❝Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn into poetry. All the blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.❞
A story of a half breed, half human half demon, that walked the earth hated. She learned of selfishness and blood lust far soo...
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After the intense battle in the Red Light District, the aftermath was marked by exhaustion and relief. The Demon Slayer Corps sent a squad of Kakushi to retrieve the injured and transport them back to the Demon Slayer Corps' base for treatment.
Upon arrival, the scene was a mix of urgency and relief. The medics immediately began assessing the injuries of each fighter. Tengen, heavily bandaged and supported by his wives, was still cracking jokes despite the severity of his wounds. The tension in the air was palpable as they worked to stabilize him and prepare him for more comprehensive treatment.
Tanjirou, Zenitsu, and Inosuke were all in various states of fatigue and injury. Tanjirou had sustained several deep cuts and was exhausted from his fight with Daki. Zenitsu, despite his unconscious state, had bruises and abrasions covering his body. Inosuke, ever the resilient warrior, had a multitude of cuts and bruises, yet still managed to maintain a semblance of his usual bravado.
Nezuko's box was placed carefully beside Tanjirou, who clung to consciousness long enough to ensure his sister was safe. The medics worked swiftly, their hands moving with practiced efficiency as they tended to his wounds.
Y/N, the half-breed, arrived with the rest, her own injuries visible but not as severe as some of the others. Her encounter with Douma had left her exhausted and shaken, yet she carried herself with a quiet strength. Her presence garnered curious glances from those who hadn't seen her in action before, but she paid them little mind.
Shinobu, who had been awaiting their return, immediately took charge. Her calm demeanor belied the worry she felt for her comrades. She directed the medics with precision, ensuring everyone received the care they needed. When she saw Y/N, her expression softened slightly.
"Y/N, come with me," she instructed, guiding her to a quieter corner where she could assess her injuries personally.
Obanai, having not participated directly in the battle, lingered nearby. His gaze followed Y/N as she was led away, his thoughts a mix of concern and admiration. He had seen firsthand the strength she possessed, and it deepened his resolve to protect her.
As Shinobu began to treat Y/N's wounds, she spoke in a gentle tone. "You did well out there. I'm proud of you."
Y/N winced slightly as the salve was applied to a particularly deep cut. "Thank you, Shinobu. I just wish we could have done more."
