Akaichi strolled through the bustling crowds, her heart pounding with anticipation. The air was charged with excitement as she approached the selection of Demon Slayers. Determined and eager, she couldn't shake off the feeling that her destiny was about to take an unexpected turn.
As she weaved through the sea of hopeful candidates, Akaichi's eyes met Tanjiro Kamado's. Akaichi smiled at Tanjiro, and to her surprise, he smiled back. Their brief connection was interrupted when the two sisters, with solemn expressions, announced,
"The Demon Slayer Corps selection begins now! Survive for seven days on Mt. Fujikasane, and you will be recognized as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps!"
The atmosphere shifted instantly, and the focus turned to the challenging task at hand, leaving Akaichi and Tanjiro to embark on their separate journeys within the rigorous selection process.
As Akaichi observed the selection process from the concealment of a tree, her movements were like a mesmerizing dance, every step purposeful and elegant. Her smile never wavered, a beacon of confidence amid the unfolding challenges.
From her vantage point, Akaichi noticed Tanjiro in the midst of a perilous encounter with the arm demon. With a swift and calculated approach, she descended from the tree and intervened just in time to save him. The dance of her combat movements unfolded like a beautiful choreography, each strike precise and deadly. The demon fell, and Akaichi turned her attention to Tanjiro, who lay unconscious on the ground.
Akaichi knelt beside him, her hands gently assessing his injuries. As she tended to Tanjiro, a strange warmth enveloped her, and she couldn't deny the growing emotions within her. She found herself captivated by the young Demon Slayer, and a name flickered in her thoughts – "Michael."
Terrified by the unexpected rush of emotions, Akaichi snapped back to reality, shaken by the intensity of her feelings. She shook off the notion of a name, refocusing on caring for Tanjiro, who remained unconscious. The forest echoed with the sounds of the ongoing selection, but in that moment, Akaichi's world had narrowed down to the injured boy before her, and the uncharted territory of her own emotions.
As Tanjiro stirred and slowly regained consciousness, he found himself under the caring gaze of Akaichi Aoiwa, whose sweet voice carried a distinct British accent. Her unwavering smile added a touch of warmth to the air.
Akaichi: "Oh, you're awake! I'm Akaichi Aoiwa. I hope my little dance with that demon didn't startle you too much."
Tanjiro, still a bit disoriented, managed a weak smile and expressed his gratitude. He took note of Akaichi's sweetness, even in the way she spoke.
Tanjiro: "Akaichi, is it? That's a beautiful name. Your accent... are you from Britain?"
Akaichi, her smile persistent, nodded in acknowledgment.
Akaichi: "Spot on, love. But let's focus on getting you patched up. I've got a knack for fixing things, you know."
As Akaichi tended to Tanjiro's injuries, he couldn't help but notice the perpetual sweetness that accompanied her words. It seemed to infuse the air with a comforting atmosphere.
Tanjiro: "You're always so sweet, Akaichi. Even your accent is... soothing."
Akaichi chuckled, her sweet demeanor undisturbed.
Akaichi: "Life's too short not to be kind, dear. Now, let's talk about you. Any dreams or goals that bring you to the Demon Slayer Corps selection?"
Their conversation continued, with Akaichi maintaining her mystery while drawing Tanjiro into a connection that transcended the events of that moment in the quiet forest of 1912.
As Akaichi and Tanjiro continued their conversation, the selection process neared its end. The forest echoed with the sounds of the challenges faced by the candidates, creating an atmosphere of anticipation.
However, the scene took an unexpected turn when Genya, one of the participants, began to act violently towards one of the girls. Akaichi, with an almost inhuman swiftness, appeared behind Genya in the blink of an eye. Her movements were eerily graceful, resembling the dance-like combat style she displayed earlier.
Akaichi leaned in and whispered something into Genya's ears with a creepy smile, leaving everyone around them bewildered. Whatever she said seemed to have a profound effect on Genya. He abruptly stopped his aggressive actions and, with a terrified expression, retreated to his place.
Tanjiro, witnessing the bizarre encounter, couldn't help but be both amazed and unsettled by Akaichi's swift intervention. Akaichi returned to his side, her smile as warm as ever, but the mystery surrounding her abilities deepened. The forest fell silent once more as the Demon Slayer Corps selection concluded, leaving a lingering sense of curiosity about the enigmatic Akaichi Aoiwa.
Akaichi and Tanjiro exchanged a few more words, the forest around them seemingly holding its breath. However, the demands of the selection process soon intervened, and the two found themselves reluctantly pulled apart.
Akaichi smiled at Tanjiro, a mix of warmth and mystery in her eyes.
Akaichi: "Our paths may cross again, dear Tanjiro. Until then, stay vigilant and true."
With a final glance, they went their separate ways, disappearing into the depths of the forest. Tanjiro couldn't shake the sense of wonder and intrigue that Akaichi had left in her wake. As the dense foliage swallowed them both, the forest seemed to exhale, leaving an eerie quiet in its wake.
The Demon Slayer Corps selection had come to an end, but for Tanjiro, a new chapter was just beginning. What secrets did Akaichi hold? What adventures awaited him in this perilous journey? The forest whispered its secrets, leaving Tanjiro standing alone, pondering the mysteries that lay ahead.
Tanjiro's eyes widened in surprise and caution as he felt a sudden weight collide with him, the force knocking him to the ground. Darkness enveloped him for a moment, and when he regained his senses, he realized he was pinned beneath someone.
Struggling to disentangle himself, Tanjiro's hand instinctively reached for his sword. The figure on top of him, however, remained obscured, a mysterious silhouette against the dim light of the forest. Uncertainty clouded Tanjiro's thoughts as he tried to make out any details, but the cloak shrouded their identity.
The forest seemed to hold its breath, and in that silent moment, Tanjiro found himself beneath the unknown presence.
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only for sucide (season 1)
FanfictionCan you imagine yourself, relaxing on your sofa when suddenly, you find yourself propelled into the past in Japan? What would you do? Akaichi has many ideas about that, but she doesn't expect what is going to happen in her thoughts.
