𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

六十

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑰𝑿𝑻𝒀 」
𝐀 𝐂 𝐂 𝐄 𝐒 𝐒

꧁꧂

"How are you supposed to teach me swordsmanship if I don't have a sword?" (Y/N) questioned Kokushibo with her arms crossed over her chest and a rather dark expression on her face due to the fact that something kept telling her that everything was wrong—that she should have been doing everything in her power to get away from the Infinity Fortress and the three demons as a whole.

    There was also one more thing.

    When she looked at Douma, there was such a profound anger that brewed within her that she knew she must have been missing something from her memory, and she intended to find out what.

    "You are to make one from your flesh," Kokushibo vaguely answered.

    "My flesh?"

    Drawing out his sword from his scabbard once more, he held it out for (Y/N) to take a better look at it, and she could tell instantly what he meant by a katana from her flesh. While she could see that the hilt contained eyes that looked much like his own—save for the sclera was now yellow and the pupil red, an inverse—she hadn't noticed that the blade also contained them along with scrawling veins that pumped blood throughout just like in a body.

    She shuddered.

    And she didn't know why.

    "I bet yours will be filled with explosions of red and yellow!" Douma hummed as he fanned himself, he and Akaza sitting off to the side to allow room for (Y/N) and Kokushibo to train.

    "Huh?" She glared down sharply at him, not realizing that such a look only made him quiver more in excitement. "The hell do you mean by explosions?" Then she really thought about it, and said, "You knew me when I was a human, didn't you? That man didn't just turn me on a whim and bring me here to meet you for the first time... I knew all of you when I was human. How?"

    "Yes," Akaza stated stoically, his jaw working as he stared intensely at her. "You were one of those pesky Hashira. And when Muzan-sama offered you a chance to be a demon when he defeated you... you accepted."

    Doula tittered at Akaza's twisting lies, but he didn't say anything.

    Nor did Kokushibo.

    "So... I chose this?" (Y/N) questioned with furrowed brows, wondering why she kept feeling as if such a thing were false.

    "Of course you did," Akaza stated even more vehemently, wanting for (Y/N) to become an Upper Moon demon just like him because he knew she had what it took—also wishing to just be near her, as well, yet not knowing why exactly. "You hated your life as a human, as a Hashira. You were sick of being weak. So you chose to become a demon. It was only a natural decision, after all."