𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

一

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬 」
𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍

꧁꧂

"DIE!"

When hearing such a shrieking threat of death, the demon who it was being directed to looked up too late, his eyes widening as he found his head suspended in midair, watching a girl with clearly painted anger on her expression finish the swing of her sword.

"H-How—?" He spluttered out.

Crashing to the ground, however landing on her feet, her black haori fluttering around her, the girl tilted her head to look behind her and down at him.

"H-How did I not see—?"

"HAH!?" She yelled, crouching down beside him and cutting him off, the corner of her lip lifted almost into a snarl. "What did you say, bastard!? Die, already!"

     The demon could only blink at her outburst, no longer able to speak due to the lower half of his face slowly crumbling away, soon enough the rest following. Letting a blow of air escape past her teeth, the girl sheathed the red, nichirin sword she was carrying before turning away from the spot where the demon had disintegrated.

Dammit!

    Those damn Hashira don't have to deal with weaklings like this!

"Goddammit!" She yelled upward to the moon, arms outstretched in clear annoyance. "I want to fight one of the Twelve Kizuki too!"

"Oi! (Y/N)-chan!" A voice yelled, catching her attention and making her turn toward who spoke. "Did you slay the demon?"

    The Love Hashira, Mitsuri Kanroji, was the one who had spoken. She was a woman with pink hair tipped green, something that matched her equally green eyes, and she wore the typical corps uniform and skirt that displayed both her breasts and legs, along with a pure white Haori. Serpant Hashira Obanai Iguro walked next to Mitsuri, he being a bit shorter with straight-edged black hair, heterochromatic eyes of yellow and green, a cloth around his mouth, and wearing a black-and-white striped Haori. What was more, he had a pure white snake wrapped around his neck.

     "Of course I did, damn pinky!" (Y/N) rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest as they approached.

    Obanai's eyes narrowed at that.

    (Y/N) noticed.

    "And what are you looking at!?" She then grunted at him, a visible irk mark growing on her forehead when he merely ignored her. "You little—!"

     "Now, now..." Mitsuri tried to alleviate the tension between the two, letting out an awkward chuckle. "All that matters is that the demon is slain, right? Good job, (Y/N)-chan, especially since it's been terrorizing this village for weeks!"