鍛えてない怒り | 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑
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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 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 」 𝐁 𝐄 𝐓 𝐑 𝐀 𝐘 𝐀 𝐋
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As soon as (Y/N) walked through the doors of the Ubuyashiki estate—or more like, as soon as she was within a certain range of the estate—every single Hashira stood on the other side waiting for her, their swords drawn and ready to fight. Imagine their surprise when seeing that it was just (Y/N) standing there with Kyojuro next to her. But as soon as she stepped out of the shadows and into the light, they saw her transformation.
She was the demon they sensed.
"What... what the fuck did you do!?" Sanemi scowled at her, his features twitching since he wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel.
She said nothing.
"Talk, dammit!" He continued to yell at her as he shoved his face close to hers, his expression dark and his eyes wide with unrestrained anger whilst staring at the one whom he thought he could call his comrade. "You become a demon... and yet you still have the fucking nerve to come here!"
"Back up, Shinazugawa," Kyojuro stepped in between the Wind Hashira and his former Tsuguko. "She didn't mean to become a demon."
"You saying she did so accidentally!?"
"She was forced," Kyojuro stated firmly, that shutting Sanemi up and making him flick his gaze back to the still silent girl.
"Hm?" Shinobu tilted her head as her purple gaze swept across (Y/N)'s demonic form, her gaze lingering on the mark on her neck before looking back at Kyojuro. "We've searched for her... and yet she shows up now as a demon. Does that mean that she was in contact with Kibutsuji? If so, is the reason that he took her because he wanted to turn her into a demon?"
"I... don't know..." Kyojuro trailed off, clutching (Y/N)'s hand tightly in his own.
"(Y-(Y/N)-chan... you didn't choose to become a demon... right?" Mitsuri asked hesitantly as she stared at her. "You didn't choose to become a demon... to save your life, right?"
(Y/N) still didn't answer.
"Ah... this is most unfortunate," Gyomei uttered as he rubbed his red prayer beads together.
He tried to act as natural as possible, however he couldn't understanding how (Y/N), someone he trained and was able to see the good underneath her prickly exterior, could revert to the side that she had vowed to defeat. He felt as if he were drowning in a type of truth that he hoped was just a lie, but from the reactions of his fellow Hashira and the way he sensed a demon before him, he knew it wasn't.
