MISTY MEMORIES
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Chapter Seventeen
False Reality
╰───── • ◆ • ─────╯❝My body will remember that anger that will not leave me until I die.❞
"HEY, WAKE UP..." YOU could hear someone talking to you, the voice sounded unfamiliar to you. You could feel something poking your cheek which made you stir in your sleep and irritated you. With swift movements, you grabbed whatever was touching your face.
"Stop it."
You opened your eyes and saw that you were holding someone's hand which you immediately let go. When you looked up, you saw a man with a long burgundy hair and pretty matching eyes, he had a mark on his forehead. You two looked at each other with confusion, blinking a few times before you sat up. For some reason, you felt like you had seen him somewhere. He also kinda reminded you of your father, "Are you alright?" He asked you, his voice was very calm just like how he looked. You nodded your head and then stared around you, noticing that you were in a forest.
"I'm sorry, but how did you get this?"
You turned to him and saw him pointing at your sword. You looked up at him, "I'm a demon slayer." You replied to his question straightforward. His eyes widened slightly, "Demon slayer? Your sword looks like mine." He said, pulling his sword to show it to you, "My name is Yoriichi Tsugikuni by the way." He introduced himself to you. Surprisingly, there were similarities between your swords. You got this sword from Wukong when you were cleaning the cave, so how did you got the same sword as his? He couldn't have stolen it, could he? You shook your head and let out a hum, "It's nice to meet you, I'm Y/N Tokito." You introduced yourself to him before standing up, him following you.
You looked at him for a few seconds before it clicked. This guy... he looked exactly like the training doll you used to train with, it was designed after the first man who used the breathing technique, "Yoriichi Type Zero." You mumbled with your eyes wide and that made Yoriichi turn to you. He tilted his head to the side in a questioning manner, "Hm? What was that?" He asked with his burgundy eyes looking directly at your mint green ones. Clearing your throat, you averted your gaze away from him, "I-It's nothing. Just a random thought." Yoriichi looked skeptical of your answer, but he decided not to push it.
"Come on, my house is not far from here."
"You're taking me to your house?"
"What's the problem with this? You're a fellow slayer, yes?"
"... Right."
You didn't say anything and just followed after him. After a few minutes, you reached his house which wasn't that far away. It was a small humble place, suitable for a man that works most of his time. The two of you sat on the porch, enjoying the calm atmosphere, "I will prepare some tea, make yourself at home." Yoriichi spoke up before standing, going inside to prepare you two some tea. You took a moment to think of what happened before you woke up here. You closed your eyes and tried to recall what happened last.
That scroll with the ink curse attached to it, Wukong getting sealed, and... your brother. Were you really trapped in the scroll? If you know something for sure, Yoriichi shouldn't be alive by now. Judging by his clothes and appearance, he appeared to be from the old times... older than you. This had something to do with the scroll. Monkey King did say that you and Mk should seal the scroll. If that's the case, then it was now up to Mk to get the scroll and keep it safe from anyone.
"You seem concerned."
You eyes snapped open when you heard the sound of Yoriichi sitting beside you, placing a tray with two cups and a teapot. You couldn't tell him that you think of him as a copy of his real self that was most probably dead. You shook your head and smiled, "It's nothing, really. Just thinking of something." You stated, watching him pour you some warm tea. The burgundy heard man handed you the cup and hummed, "You can talk to me, maybe I can help you." He insisted before taking a sip of his tea. You wanted to use this opportunity to get to know him a bit, after all he was the first one to use the breathing technique.
You took a sip from your cup then nodded, "I was wondering what is this mark you have on your head, is it a birthmark?" You asked him as you pointed at his forehead. Yoriichi touched his forehead where the flame-like mark was, "This is called the Demon Slayer Mark, it unlocks your potential and boost your power. It also help you reach the transparent world that can help you eliminate demons with ease." He explained rather calmly. You took a moment to process what he had told you.
"Every demon slayer gets to get it?"
"Of course. What's your breathing style?"
"My breathing style? It's Mist Breathing."
"Mist Breathing... Your mark should take a close appearance to the mist then." Yoriichi told you before taking another sip. This actually perked up your interest, "How can I activate it?" You asked him while trying not to sound so eager. Yoriichi shrugged his shoulder, "I can't really tell, but maybe with training you would be able to activate it." He answered you, his face showing how apologetic he was. However, sometimes popped in his head, "I can help you train if you want to." He suggested with a hint of a smile on his face.
You thought of it for a moment... Training with the first breathing user? This was an opportunity you couldn't pass. Without any hesitation, you nodded your head in agreement.
"Yes, please train me."
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