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 “I’m heading to the Final Selection now. Behave yourself.” (name) strapped her blade and put on her white sandals. 

Kokushibo merely opened three eyes and glanced at her, before closing them again. The Upper Moon was seated on Omma’s mat, a dictionary opened on the table. 

True to his words, he never ate a single human for the past five days. He never contacted Muzan or left the house. He only left when (name) did and during the night hunts, he would tell her about the Upper and Lower Moons hierarchy.  

(Name) still didn’t trust him, despite him giving away valuable information. Especially now that she won’t be home for seven days.

“You don’t have… to tell me to behave…” he mumbled. 

“Just keep yourself in check and don’t go out.” (name) replied simply and opened the door. The night was clear and she was glad that the weather was at least decent for her journey to Mount Fujikasane.

She glided her fingers over her katana and breathed in deeply. Omma and Hiroto would have wanted her to do this, and that’s what she’s going to do. Before she took a step out, her demon companion spoke something that made her freeze.

“Come back.”

(Name) stared at the six eyed man and a smirk formed on her face.

“You don’t have to tell me that.” she hummed and was off.

Once the door closed, Kokushibo sighed and slid down to lay on the floor. Living with this girl was interesting. Everyday there were new surprises, and it brought a thrill to his body. He hadn’t felt this in years when he was under Muzan.

A shuffle of feet made the Upper Moon open his eyes and his demon senses started to tingle. The sound of someone breathing hard and moaning from behind the door made Kokushibo’s blood pump with disgust. This scent didn’t belong to (name). 

She smelled of nature and flowers.

This smelled revolting. 

On cue, the door knocked and the demon grinned, slowly standing up to take care of the trash outside. He finally found something to entertain him for seven days. 

The plump man that was behind the door, shrieked in fear when he was met with the six eyed demon as he tried desperately to run away. He reeked of alcohol and drugs, but what was even more disgusting was the bulge poking from under his pants. 

A large hand reached out and grabbed the man’s foot, making him slip and smash his head on the ground. He screamed when he was forcibly dragged inside the house and the door shut, a trail of blood lingering from where the body was last seen. 

        A certain maroon haired boy with hanafuda earrings stood in the herd of examinees for the Final Selection, having finally made it to Mount Fujikasane. Purple wisteria hung from the trees and he admired how beautiful the flowers were. They weren’t supposed to grow in this season. His blue and white kimono framed his body, and the Kitsune mask given to him by Urokodaki-sensei rested on his head. 

This was it. 

He trained hard for the last two years and now it was time to see if it paid off. Sabito and Makomo helped him get stronger and he couldn’t let them down. He couldn’t let Nezuko down. He’ll pass the Final Selection and he’ll be an official member of the Corps. 

He’ll turn Nezuko back into a human. 

A determined look appeared on his face and he gripped his blade tightly, trying to calm his nerves. There were so many people… were they all taking part of the Final Selection?

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