Sister of the snake - Tanjiro X Reader

CHAPTER 34

A/N: I'm so sorry that my updates are so infrequent, I've just re-started school a few weeks ago so now I have barely any time to write my story. I seriously didn't expect this story to get so much attention! I thought this would just be some lamo story nobody read that I only wrote for myself that I'd soon give up on like my other stories, but it turns out I was dead wrong!

I stared at Muichiro with a death stare, trying to look many times more threatening than I felt. I had just slipped up and called him Tsugikuni, a mistake I would pay for dearly if they put too much thought into it. And P/N was doing a good job of letting me know how serious my slip-up was by biting my neck.

"Why are you fighting me, Y/N?"

Muichiro asked.

"Unlike most people, a pillar's time is extremely important. You'd understand if you thought a little. Swordsmiths can't fight. They can't save lives. Making weapons is all they're good for."

I kicked him in the gut again, he was really pissing me off. He certainly got that aspect of him from Michikatsu-nii.

He ignored me and reached a hand towards the kid, who was huddled up and terrified on the tree branch. Muichiro spoke slowly, as if to a baby.

"Come on. Key. Understand your place when you act. You're not a baby anymore, you know."

This time, Muichiro certainly paid attention to my leg that slammed against the side of his neck. He grabbed my leg and threw me into the tree branch, but I stopped myself from causing too much damage by changing my footwork as I landed on the wood.

I would have started fighting him - even without a sword! - but a kakushi came up to the forest, she seemed nervous.

"Iguro-sama, your sword is ready."

I realised she was talking about me, which was weird because in most of my memories, my last name was Tsugikuni. But I was Iguro Y/N in this life, so I followed the kakushi with a glare at Muichiro. I'd finish this later, with my Ice Breathing sword. Of course, if I was allowed to stay in the swordsmith village after my sword had been forged.

Before long, I was in front of Haganezuka. To say he was mad was an understatement. He was fuming. I could almost see the smoke coming out of his ears. I quickly got into a bow, trying to reason with him before he went crazy. He was already mad, I shouldn't push it further. My forehead - where the demon slayer mark now permanently resided - pressed to the cold wooden floor, I begged for forgiveness.

"I'm really sorry for breaking your sword, it shattered in my fight against upper moon two, it was either the blade breaks or me and countless innocent humans die-"

"DON'T MAKE EXCUSES!!! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!! YOUR FAULT!!! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN STRONG ENOUGH TO KILL THE DEMON WITHOUT BREAKING MY SWORD!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO RE-FORGE IT???!"

"I'm really sorry-"

"BEG FOR MY FORGIVENESS!!"

Minor timeskip brought to you by Shinobu constantly poking Giyuu:

When I came back to see where Tanjiro was up to in talking to Muichiro, I saw something that made me want to burn down the country.

Tanjiro was laying on the floor, unconscious. Apparently, Haganezuka had gone there immediately after giving me my sword, because he was next to Tanjiro alongside the swordsmith kid I had saved from Muichiro. No words were shared in between them and me as I walked up to Tanjiro and placed a hand on the side of his neck. He still had a pulse, thank god. I wouldn't have to resort to murder. Next to me, the kid and Haganezuka were arguing.

"So what now? Can I carry him all the way back down on my own-"

"No, I'll carry him. He's gonna wake up very- hm?"

"His eyelids are shaking there! He's awake! Later!"

"O-okay!"

Haganezuka bolted away in a way that was almost comical, but I knew better than to laugh at the devil that could murder me for breaking a sword. My new sword was at my waist, but I was very careful not to wave it around. I was supposed to leave after getting my new sword, of course a few minutes didn't matter but still.

As they had said, Tanjiro soon woke up. His eyes jolted open and he sat up faster than Zenitsu using the godspeed version of Thunderclap And Flash, much to the kid's shock.

"Oh, you okay? You shouldn't get up so fast!"

"Was Haganezuka-san here? Was he just here?"

"No. No he wasn't."

The kid said, whistling nonchalantly. 'When you want someone to belive you, maybe DON'T ACT SO SUSPICIOUS.' I thought, but didn't say anything. Weirdly enough, Tanjiro seemed to believe it. Seriously, kid's gotta stop trusting everyone and everything.

"Oh, I see. Then maybe it was my imagination. And the pillar?!"

I shrugged, also wanted the answer to this question.

"I gave him the key, so he left."

Huh. The key to what, I didn't know. Probably something containing a weapon, or some sort of training mechanism.

"Oh, you gave it... I guess you had no choice there... well, I don't really know the situation, so I guess it's not really my place to grumble about it."

"Oh, no! I was really happy! You stood up for a complete stranger like me..."

I rolled my eyes, could care less about that sappy stuff. Muichiro was being a dick, it didn't matter who he was bullying and insulting.

"So, the key. What did you use it for?"

"It was for a mechanical doll."

The kid answered proudly. 'A doll? What does it do, clean up your dishes for you?' But I couldn't say that, of course, because it would be impolite. So I hummed and looked down, pretended to be in deep thought. Thank god I wasn't as terrible a liar as Tanjiro.

"A doll... what's it for?"

But before he could answer, I heard the sound of steel striking steel.

"Oh, he's starting to train against the doll. See, it's a training doll. It has a hundred and eight different movements, and it's based off an actual swordsman from the Sengoku era!"

'The Sengoku era...' I thought. 'That was in my previous life, and it also was the Golden Age of demon slayers.'

And when we got there we saw Muichiro going toe-too-toe with a six-armed doll. I studied his face, and my eyes widened.

'Yoriichi-nii...'