Storm of Fate

Chapter 3

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"Tanji......."

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"Oi Monjiro! Wake up!"

A loud mean slap echoes across the room and the redhead figure snapped up from the floor. Immediately he took a stance readying himself for combat. His hair were dishevelled as well as his clothing still the same as last night minus the coat and hat. Once he regains his senses, he immediately classify the threat as a false alarm.

"Oh, it's you Inosuke." He calms his racing heart still being affected by the adrenaline in his blood streams. "Ohayo."

"The hell happened to the both of you? How much did you drink?" He questions the redhead

"I uh...... Huh, at least that salesman told the truth." Tanjiro stretched his arms. "Even after drinking it, I don't feel hungover by the effect."

"Ugh......" In the corner of the room, a male in yellow hair sat there groaning still half asleep

"Oi Chuitsu! That goes for you too dumbass!" Instead of shaking the body like he did with Tanjiro, he threw a wooden spoon that was nearby directly hitting the skull of the recipient. Immediately with a bump on his forehead, Zenitsu entered into a state of shock and panic as well as pain, all at the same time

"Aagh! My head! What the?! Argh! The hell was that?!" Zenitsu yelled as he scans the room and spots the culprit. "INOSUKE!!!"

Unlike Tanjiro who calmed down when he sees who it was, Zenitsu filled with adrenaline and the intent to kill had his eyes set on the pretty face male. Grabbing the exact wooden spoon, he chase after the male as Inosuke tries to escape downstairs. Although it was rather futile as in the trio, Zenitsu was known to be the fastest one when it comes to running. Of course a short moment after they disappeared outside the door, the door swung open to reveal Inosuke's head still smoking hot as he received not just one bump, but several. Tanjiro sighed with exasperation as he got himself into a vacant chair.

"For the record Inosuke, you got what you deserved really." He commented

"That's what you get for rudely waking someone up." Zenitsu added

"You're the one who was high on nigh. I just pulled you down back from heaven, you bloody ungrateful turd."

"What's that? Wants some more?" He shows the wooden spoon in his hand ready to be swung

"Next time."

"Now now gents, if it weren't for Inosuke here, we would've not woken up at the most opportune moment for the next part of our case." Tanjiro declared as he stroke his chin. "Clean yourself up lads, next up will be the harbour."

""Hai.""

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A little while later, the three gents looking fresh and new have arrived at the harbour. The bells are ringing and fishermen are eager calling out to passerby to take a look at their catch of the day. The scent of fish and windy breeze of the sea, it's like any ordinary day at the harbour it seems.