Without You.. || Obanai Iguro X Reader

Chapter 8-𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙨

Six months had passed since Shinjuro took Obanai and Y/N under his training, the days marked by the relentless clashing of wooden swords and the steady rhythm of disciplined breathing. The young disciples had grown in skill and resolve, their eyes reflecting the fiery determination that Shinjuro had ignited within them.

One crisp morning, as the first light of dawn crept into the rengoku estate, Kyojuro Rengoku walked outside with a sense of purpose. In his hands, he held a book. its pages filled with the wisdom of countless generations. "This," he started, "is the book of breathing styles."

Obanai's eyes lit up with curiosity, but Y/N felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her. The book was an atlas of paths she could take, each breathing style a different journey. Water, which flowed with grace; Thunder, which struck with precision; Wind, which danced with ferocity; and Flame, which burned with passion-each style was a testament to the slayers who had mastered them.

As Y/N leafed through the pages, the descriptions leapt out at her, the illustrations of the forms and stances painting vivid images in her mind. Yet, the choice was overwhelming. Each style resonated with a part of her, but which one echoed the voice of her soul?

Kyojuro watched her struggle, his gaze understanding yet unyielding. "Its okay y/n," he said. "You dont have to choose a style in within a day. Take your time."he reassured with a smile.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N studied each style and their forms, searching for the connection that would best connect to her.

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In the night, Y/N sat alone, the soft glow of the moonlight casting a serene light over the training grounds. The world was quiet, save for the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. It was in these quiet moments that the past often came unbidden, and tonight was no different.

flashback:

As Y/N gazed up at the celestial orb above, her mind drifted back to her childhood, to the warm embrace of her parents. She could hear her mother's voice, soft and melodic, often calling her "my little moon," a nickname born from the way Y/N's eyes reflected the moon's silvery light. Her father's laughter would follow, his strong arms lifting her high as he called her "Moonflower," for her fast growing body and beauty that she was in their lives.

The memories were bittersweet, the nicknames a reminder of a love that was as constant as the moon itself, yet now lost to the shadows of time. A single tear traced its way down Y/N's cheek, a silent tribute to the love and loss that had shaped her.

Flashback end.

As the flashback faded, a new resolve took hold within her. The moon had always been a symbol of comfort, a presence that watched over her even in the darkest of nights. Could there be a breathing form that embodied the moon's qualities? A style that was calm yet powerful, gentle yet unyielding?

With renewed purpose, Y/N rose to her feet, her heart set on discovering if such a form existed within the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Its probably in the book of breathing styles, the one kyojuro showed me.."Y/N mumbled to herself as she entered estate.

As Y/N's footsteps echoed through the halls of the Rengoku estate, the air was thick with the scent of ancient wood and the soft glow of lanterns. Pushing open the shoji doors, Y/N found Kyojuro and Obanai. Their eyes glued on the pages of the book they were examining.

Kyojuro turned to Y/N, his eyes reflecting the same intensity that burned in his soul. Obanai, ever the enigma, regarded Y/N with a softened gaze, his serpentine companion coiled quietly on his neck.

"Kyojuro, Is there a style based off the moon?" Y/N asked, curiosity lacing their tone.

The room fell silent, the question hanging in the air like the pause before a storm. Kyojuro's expression softened, a memory flickering behind his eyes. "Im not sure, However," he began, "It might be there but i dont think I've seen a page about the style". He said, his gaze lingered back on the book, flipping through the pages.

Kyojuro stopped at a page, it having dust covering some of the letters, and crescent moon drawings on each corner of the page. Some peices of the page were torn, not torn enough for the reader to be not able to read the page and its contents.
The title being, "Tsuki no kokyū".

"I think i found what you were talking about, y/n.."kyojuro said as he examined the page.

Y/N approached the two boys and read the first few sentences on the page.
"Moon Breathing (月つきの呼こ吸きゅう, Tsuki no kokyū) is a Breathing Style derived from Sun breathing."

"If you want y/n, you could keep the book and find out what style fits you the most!"he smiled at her.

"Moon breathing."

"Hm?.."

"Moon breathing, i feel as if im connected to it somehow.."y/n said as she took another look at the page.

"You two should rest after figuring this stuff out, you've been Training non-stop these past months."kyojuro said in worry.

"Ah, its fine kyojuro dont worry about us!.."she said reassuringly.

"But, I guess you're right. Me and obanai-kun will take a break, thank you for your concerns tho!"she said with a closed eyed smile.

"No problem, y/n-chan! and isn't your birthday coming up?" He started. "We could take a day off and go to next weekend's annual town festival!"he said with a bright smile as usual.

"Ah, i totally forgot my birthday was coming up! "She giggled, those last months of training really did make her busy, she forgot her own birthday!

"Me and obanai-kun should be taking our leave, goodnight kyo-kun!"she said with a smile before closing the shoji doors.

"She did it again, she called him kyo-kun.. how come i dont get any nicknames!?"Obanai thought in annoyance and jealousy.

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Y/N put the book on the desk that was close to the futon, and she buried herself under the blankets.

"Nai-kun.. you awake?"y/n asked as she looked at how his back was facing her.

He got all flustered and turned to her quickly. "Y-yes, y/n-chan?.."he spoke, stuttering every second.

"I cant wait for my birthday.."she said as she yawned and fell asleep on his arm.

He didn't complain, he instead snuggled close to her and fell asleep too. Here we go again..

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【明治 エラ | 𝗠𝗲𝗶𝗷𝗶 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀】

•Kyojuro never actually knew there was a style based off the moon.

•Obanai hasn't figured out his breathing style yet.

•Obanai is used to a cramped arm in the morning.

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