You somehow end up lost in Japan, having little to no memory of your life before or any understanding of the land and people here. But you meet extraordinary individuals who, over time, become very important to your new life as you travel and fight...
Now that you're an official member of the Demon Slayer Corps, your training resumes under the guidance of the esteemed Flame Hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku. Alongside your friends, you undergo rigorous training that strengthens you both mentally and physically. However, a piece of news interrupts your progress, forcing you to pause and contemplate your next steps.
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"Hey, wake up, kid!" The sound of relentless pounding reverberated through the door, disrupting your slumber. "You've been back for days, and I've given you enough time to rest, but you've got some work to do!"
Reluctantly, your eyes opened, forming an annoyed frown at the unwelcome intrusion. Groaning, you sat up, shooting a glare at the source of the disturbance. Silent curses floated through your mind; it didn't take a genius to guess it was Uzui, the only person around here who was this obnoxiously loud and insisted on calling you 'kid,' despite the negligible age difference.
"You better be dressed and out in ten minutes, or else I'm coming in and dragging you out!"
After mildly threatening you, Uzui strode away. Your head flopped back onto the pillow, eyes blinking slowly as you stared at the ceiling, mentally preparing for the day. It was the last day of your week-long stay in the infirmary, as mandated by Kanzaki, and you were relieved to finally be well enough to leave. Though some bruises and wounds lingered, you were eager to resume your studies and training with Uzui, Rengoku, and your friends. With a subdued smile, you slid out of bed and leisurely got dressed. Upon opening the door, you inadvertently collided with something big and solid. Squinting at the giant man in front of you, you realized he was about to fulfill his promise of dragging you out.
"You couldn't have given me more than ten minutes? Ugh, you're so annoying..." you sighed, your tone light and playful.
"If I did that, then you would've just gone back to bed," Uzui chuckled, stepping aside and patting your head as you walked by. "Someone's gotta make sure you're a responsible, contributing member of society."
You threw your elbow back, catching him off guard as it connected with his stomach. He groaned, attempting to grab you, but your nimble evasion skills allowed you to sprint off, giggling mischievously. With a crazed look in his eyes, he gave chase, fueling your determination to stay one step ahead. His shouts to stop and the futility of escape fell on deaf ears as you made a beeline for the training grounds, zigzagging through hallways and darting past people working. While you're not strategically planning your escape, a glimmer of hope lingers in the back of your mind. Maybe you can seek refuge behind one of your friends or a fellow Hashira. Rengoku, with his respected stature, could be a viable option. Uzui has shown a certain level of deference to him, and you hope it translates into a shield of safety. If not Rengoku, then Shinobu might be the next best bet.
Uzui once let slip that he's slightly intimidated by her.
Since discovering this tidbit, you've stored it away as potential leverage for moments when Uzui's antics go too far. You're confident that Shinobu would have your back and send him scurrying away. The thought amuses you, imagining her wielding her influence over the self-proclaimed 'God' of the Hashiras. Despite her serious demeanor, Shinobu has a dry, borderline sadistic sense of humor, according to Uzui's first hand experience. He assured you it's not about causing harm or pain but rather relishing in humbling those who step out of line. This suits you just fine, especially when the target is Uzui.
