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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl is overtaken with the desire to be the best and overcome any obstacle - human or demon - that stands in her way, unknowingly attracting s...
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「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 」 𝐂 𝐎 𝐍 𝐅 𝐑 𝐎 𝐍 𝐓 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍
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Since the sun still hadn't gone down, (Y/N), Muichiro, and Sanemi walked to a nearby food stall and ordered three bowls of kake udon, the warmth from the bowl easing the chill from their fingers while the distinct smell of the broth tingled their noses and made their stomachs rumble. All ate theirs quickly. Sanemi unfortunately harped at the other two for not bringing cash and having to pay for not just his bowl, but theirs as well.
"When you're traveling, you always bring cash!" He scowled as they walked towards the tracks, waving his hands in the air as he talked to get his point across. "Why the hell don't you guys ever do that? You better pay me back!"
"It's a bowl of udon..." Muichiro trailed off.
"That I payed for with my money! Use your own damn money next time!"
"You're so sensitive," (Y/N) groaned. "If you didn't want to pay for us, you should've just not suggested eating out in the first place."
"You suggested it!"
"Cause I was fucking hungry!"
"How about I fucking strangle you instead, huh!?"
Muichiro stared at them as they once more began to attack each other, they not paying any mind to the townspeople who either whispered behind their hands to each other about their violent actions, or just took one look at them and ran away in the opposite direction. Looking around at such a sight unfolding before his eyes, the Mist Hashira sighed softly, knowing that he most likely would have to step in and break them up once again.
Flicking a lock of his black, tinted turquoise hair behind his back, he strode over to them and tilted his head as he said, "Is this a lover's quarrel or something? You seem to do this quite often."
That made them stop.
Straining their necks to look up at Muichiro, horror flashing across their expressions, they then looked back at each other and immediately pulled apart, adjusting their clothing that had gotten rumpled and straightening any loose hair that had shifted out of place. However, both glared at the other one more time before dutifully following Muichiro the rest of the way towards the train tracks.
Then, it was almost instantaneous.
A creepy feeling descended upon them all at once; the feeling that someone got when they know they were being watched.
It caught their attention.
"He could be anywhere," (Y/N) stated lowly as all three of them pressed their backs to each other, their hands on the hilts of their swords ready to draw and strike. "Be prepared."
