𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮

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Can someone hear me?

Help...

My child...

Satoshi...when are you returning home?

Yorichii-san...

"I...am giving you the blood of my child..."

"In exchange, you will reborn a human with abilities to give justice to everyone's death that happened by his hand. She will receive my strength, she will be the only one to inherit the breathing technique. She will defeat Kibutsuji Muzan."

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I was turning 10 when I was found in the side of the river where my father abandoned me. I could say I was dumped there, since he left me near the garbage bins. He told me to wait for him because the place he'll go to isn't really a child-friendly place. Being a kid with somehow, maturity, I thought that he'll head to the Red Light District and find himself a woman. So I agreed to stay. He could've left me home, but he said that there will be people in that house and they're old men, they might harass me.

So I stayed in the river.

For four days.

I had nothing to eat, so I had to search for food in the garbage beside me. I found leftover foods that tasted spoiled--atleast expired for a week. My water came from the river who had a taste of dirt. I had to endure it for four days.

Father never returned. I lost hope on waiting for him.

And besides, I knew he would abandon me. He never showed me any love ever since my mother and sister died from a demon attack and he blamed me for their deaths after being the only one who survived.

I killed the demon. Even being a short, little, and weak 6 year-old girl, I threw my father's old chipped katana into the demon's neck and pushed it with my remaining strength until its head was cut off.

But it was all too late.

Mother and Yui are already dead. They lost too much blood.

And what's worse...is my mother is carrying another sibling of mine in her womb.

I watched the blood from her tummy ooze down her cloth and I knew it's all hopeless. The baby is dead.

And so my hope to live.

I've decided to drown myself in the flowing river but a hand grasped my arm. I looked back and it was a man in mid 30s with a high, red ponytail. The first thing I noticed is the birth mark on his forehead. It looks perfect for a birth mark. It looks like fire. There was also a katana in his waist.

"Are you a demon slayer?" I asked.

He looks very confused, probably why a child like me knew about them. "I am," he answered. "Are you trying to swim? It's dangerous."

"No," I said. "I'm trying to drown."

The man gasped, shocked at my words that I almost laughed. "You can't do that. Where's your parents?"

"My mother died from a demon. My father abandoned me here four days ago."

He couldn't believe what he hears. I sounded so blank and plain and what he expected that I should cry in that situation.

But no, as much as I wanted to cry... I feel like I lost my emotions years ago.

The man, who's named Yorichii took me to their headquarters and everyone accepted to take care of me. They believed that I'm in shock of trauma because of how I act.

There, I met a Satoshi and Taku. They were two years older than me. They were sons of two breath users and these two are already training their swordsmanship. I'm quite amazed that they're willing to do such thing in such ripe age.

I watched their trainings and got motivated to do the same thing. The only experience I have is when I decapitated the demon's head back in my home.

I became a hashira 10 years later along with Satoshi and Taku. I even created my own breathing technique with the help of Yorichii-san who guided me throughout my life after I arrived in the headquarters.

Satoshi being a user of the Water Breathing and Taku being the Wind Hashira; them combined is winter for me.

So I created the Ice Breathing.

I thought it would fail, but with the never ending support that I got from everyone else, I mastered it and became one of the legends in the corps.

Soon after, I married Satoshi and created a family with him, but as rivers flow at the same ocean, so does fate too.

That night when I thought it was Satoshi who knocked on the door, which turned out to be none other than Kibutsuji Muzan, was the same night I lost my life and my child's life. The same fate that had happened to my mother and my sibling in her womb.

I never knew that he'd be able to find me and actually target me. Was it because I was there when he was almost killed by Yorichii-san?

He searched for me before he hid himself for several years of fear.

My baby's blood spread out of the floor, out of my tummy and was it so depressing to watch it go away from me.

I was so desperate to kill Muzan that I uttered such words like sacrificing my child's blood to whoever is possible...

And that's how it become the curse of my name.

And you were the chosen one to bear the curse, to defeat Muzan with the amount of strength that was inherited to you... with the blood of the child that I offered to the light of the crescent moon.

You will become a demon.

I am Yoru, and so are you.

to be continued.