"Shinazugawa-sama!"
Sanemi stares deeply at the gates as he hears a feminine voice. '.. Kazekachi...?' Did she really survive? Was it just his mind playing tricks on him?
"Shinazugawa-sama..!"
He was hoping he wasn't hallucinating. Surely she hadn't survived the full seven nights. Surely he couldn't truly train a tsuguko properly.
He slowly steps towards the gates, aware eyes squinted.
"Look at my Kasugai crow! Her name is Hana! Isn't she amazing?" Fukurō shouts, only a few bloodstains and reopened scars on her skin. "Sorai can have someone to hang out with!"
No, she was alive. Not a ghost, not a spirit tormenting him. She was really there.
He opens the gates, peering at her as she walks closer and closer.
'She survived.'
He scraps the thought in his head,
'No. She kept herself alive.'
* * *
Muttering in disapproval, Sanemi taps his foot impatiently. It's been almost week already, and Fukurō still hasn't received her uniform yet.
"Stop slacking off! You should be training for your first mission, idiot!" He bonks the bottom of his fist against the back of Fukurō's resting head. Even Hana tried to peck Fukurō awake."WAKE UP! I WONT ALLOW LAZY PEOPLE TO LIVE WITH ME!"
Now that she was clean and tended to, it looked like she never attended the trail. "... hmm...Hana, Do you want to hang out with Sorai again? Just don't try to eat the beetle this time.." She mumbled grudgingly, speaking as if Sanemi wasn't even there. "And hai. I'll train, Shinazugawa-sama, but I want to say something first."
"No excuses. You will train."
"It's not about training." Her face becomes stiff. But she immediately regrets stating that. Should she tell him? No. She can't. What will she say? 'Oh, hey! By the way, I saw your lost brother who you haven't seen for like, years, and I threatened to beat him up a few times after we and a few others survived a literal death trail, and now I want for you to connect with him even after all this time! Also, he's just as much as an asshole as you usually are!'
"Well? What is it, then?"
She didn't know how to word her statement, so she decides to not touch the topic. 'Maybe another day.' She tells herself. Maybe she can talk about something much more harmless."How long does uniform mending take?"
".. I DONT KNOW! WHY DONT YOU JUST SIT OUTSIDE AND WAIT, LAZY!"
Fukurō blinks, 'Didn't he just say I had to train? Oh well, I'll just go outside anyways.' So she nods, rubbing the back of her head achingly.
* * *
"Excuse me."
Fukurō swivels her head around, holding her borrowed Nichirin sword in her hands. Hearing the voice from the gates, she glimpses at the man on the other side.
The Kakushi adjusted his round-rimmed glasses, holding out the uniform in front of him. His concealed face didn't show any emotion. "You are Kazekachi Fukurō, am I right? You are waiting for your demon slayer uniform?"
".. Ah. Hai." Fukurō awkwardly takes the uniform, raising an eyebrow, "... Who are you again?"
"I'm a Kakushi, Masao Maeda. I made your uniform."
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░『Zephyr』░(KNY OC STORY/ KNY OC X KNY-OLD/DISCONTINUED)
Adventure(n.) a soft gentle breeze ((A storm has to calm one day. Thank you everyone for this journey. Please read the latest published chapter for more info and a larger explanation)) --- After waking up in the Butterfly Mansion not long after a mass attack...
