Tsuchinoto of Lightning

Part 6 - The start of her training

Yuki had remembered what happened and searched for the head of Terumi. For some unknown reason, she couldn't cry, just feel depressed.

She later buried their bodies next to their house, prayed and got cleansed up. She started from taking a bath to get all the dirt and bodily fluids off of her, and her clothes. She also washed her hair, but when reminding herself of her rapist's words "you've got precious, long and beautiful locks" she decided to cut it.

She cut her ponytail and her bangs off.

Shorter.

She cut it again.

Shorter.

Her hair was so short she couldn't even pull on it.

That was enough.

The clothes that she wore were no different, since she had no spare, plus she wasn't going to leave her beloved haori just because some fuck touched her in it, nor her hakama pants, which she sewed up.

She set off to find that man, but also to... who knows, to find someone that would help her get stronger so that she could fight him again?

In reality Yui went out because she felt guilty sleeping in the house that her family died in.

The mistake that Yuki made was that she packed no food, nor any water. Maybe it was intentional, to either find help or to die. Luckily, she came across a nice old lady which struck up a conversation.

- Sweetie, are you ok?

- Yes, ma'am. - Yuki mumbled out monotonely, as she was turning around to face her.

- You don't look alright. The nights are still cold, please, stay at my place.

- No need, ma'am.

- Please. Before the demons come.

- I don't care.

- Honey, please.

- Sorry, I'm on a pursuit of someone. Maybe you've seen them? He had odd clothing with the kanji "metsu" on his back

- A demon slayer corps member? - She was clearly intrigued by Yui's knowledge.

- If so, where can I find him?

- And why do you need to find him?

- I have my reasons. - She didn't want to talk about him to a random woman, yet from her tone and posture alone you could tell.

- Fighting him in this state would be foolish.

- What can I do?

- I'll help you.

And that's how Kagome met her trainer. A nice old lady teaching her how to fight.

Her mentor, Mrs. Kyoukomurasaki, made sure not to overwork her. In reality, even Mrs. doesn't know if she really wants for Kagome to find justice or is she just trying to find a successor.

***

- Madam, I'd like to ask you why is it that I have a sword, but also a handle with a rope.

- The sword you'll be using is long and flexible, but can also be short and stiff. That's why you have both. - Mrs. pointed to her waistband, her sword on her left side and the rope thingy on her right.

During the first two years of her training she aimed to get stronger and more flexible. She still had short hair and depressed eyes, but she got a bit taller than before.

***

Just like in the old days, they prepared food together.

She was sent to buy some ingredients for Mrs. Kyoukomurasaki. When she was walking back, she bumped into two men.

- Oi! Watch where you're going, dude! - Yelled one of the men.

- How about you fuck off, dipshit! - Said Kagome in a low voice.

- Oh yeah?! I'll fight you, dickhead!

- Hey, you wouldn't hit a woman! - Said the other man. The first man stopped in his tracks, shocked. He turned to him.

- That's a woman? - Asked the man unironically.

***

Yuki trained hard. Harder than she needed since she felt a sense of dispair whenever she went easy on herself. She still couldn't handle what happened, but now she realised what he had done.

Some nights she would have restless nights, worrying that he'll come back, or that she doesn't deserve anything good.

One time, Mrs. Kyoukomurasaki had to drag her back to the house since Yuki was starving, yet she didn't eat until she did 10000 swings with her sword.

Soemtimes she wished she had died instead of her siblings or mother. Sometimes she would wonder what would have happened if she stayed home...

Survivor's guilt had fervoured on her