𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

十

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑬𝑵 」
𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐄 𝐍 𝐆 𝐓 𝐇

꧁꧂

    When the sun was just starting to lighten the sky, (Y/N) was still on her feet facing the demon, her arms however aching from propelling herself and jerking forward in the air with her explosions. She didn't let up though, sweat beading on her temple whilst she breathed raggedly, her glare still as sharp as it was when she first engaged in battle.

"Amazing!" The demon cheered with a clap and a bright smile. "To be able to fight me for this long... I must commend you, blasty."

"That's a shitty nickname."

    "If you tell me your name, then I might rescind what I have dubbed you..." he smirked.

    "Hell no!"

    "Then I am afraid we cannot help each other," he shrugged as a mist started to surround him, the sudden change in temperature causing such an effect, making it all the more difficult for (Y/N) to pinpoint his exact location. "But know this, little Demon Slayer... my name is Douma... and the next time that we meet, I will make you apart of my flesh and bone. Make no mistake of that."

    And just like that, he was gone.

    Vanished into the remaining darkness to hide away from the scorch of the sun.

    "FUCK!" (Y/N) screeched when realizing this, her blood boiling as she took her katana and hacked away at a nearby tree, practically toppling the giant plant before her sword shattered from the way she was abusing it. "I'LL FIND YOU, FUCKER! AND I'LL KILL YOU! MAKE NO MISTAKE OF THAT!"

    But even if she spit his words right back at him, she didn't feel any better.

    By that time, having heard her shrieks, Kyojuro came running through the mist with a look of concern crossing his expression, it all but evaporating into relief when seeing that she was alive and well. Frustrated and bruised and battered, but alive, and that was enough for him. Since he had been too distracted with Douma's ice lotuses to help her, he couldn't help but feel guilt and worry all at the same time swirl within him.

    But she was alive.

    He kept telling himself that, but internally, he kept chastising how he didn't do enough.

    "The fucker got away, Kyojuro..." she mumbled as she collapsed to her knees, staring shakily at her bloodied, calloused hands—a sign of all of the effort and work that she put in to catch Douma, only for him to slip through her fingers. "I had him... I could've killed him... but I'm not fucking strong enough."

    "(Y/N)..." Kyojuro trailed off as he crouched beside her with a hand on her shoulder.

    "You don't need to comfort me," she shook him off as she stood, swiping her thumb along the cuts from Douma's shards, smearing and wiping away the blood that dripped down. "I'm going to catch him if it's the last damn thing that I do. If I'm not strong enough now, I just need to train more vigorously. You'll help me with that, won't you? We need to complete this mission. I... need to complete this mission."