The Light in the Mist (Y/NxMuichiro)

I Will Find a Way.

(𝕐/ℕ'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍)

   The whole incident had left me shocked for a while. Living with Mrs. Kijima's family was not bad, I got to spend every day with them and my best friend. But I had grown a bit cold, and I didn't talk to her as often anymore, for three months I didn't even want to talk to any of them, she got me to open up as much as she could, and it worked a little. But nothing could change the fact that I was only eight and I had no family left, my mom, dad, and little sister were all dead. There was nothing I could do about it. About two months later I came to the realization that there was one thing I could do, I would become a demon slayer and kill the demon who killed my family. For days after I decided on that, I practically begged Mrs. Kijima to teach me how to be a swordswoman. I asked over and over again, at that point I began to think she might have regretted taking me in. I was beginning to lose hope, but I was determined. I took Mrs. Kijima's katana and began trying to swing it, it was heavier than I thought, and I couldn't get it to balance between swings, so I kept falling down over and over. After about an hour of this Mrs. Kijima saw me and took the katana away, "What do you think you're doing!?" She asked in an angry voice. "If you won't teach me how to use a breathing style then I'll learn myself!" I said my voice determined. She looked at me and sighed as she walked back inside, "I'll start training you in a month until then, prepare yourself." She said without turning to look at me as she entered her house. I just stood there Well, at least I convinced her. I thought to myself as I followed her inside.

   In preparation for the harsh training that awaited me over the month I did some basic body preparation that Mrs. Kijima recommended. It was hard having to do so much in one month, but I knew that the actual training would be much worse. After a month it was just the day before I started, it should help me destroy the demon who did this to my family, I swear I will. 

   The next day I woke up early to start my training, I got changed and ate quickly as I rushed outside. I got outside and I saw Mrs. Kijima waiting for me, but beside her was Enya. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "You think I'm letting you go into this alone?" She said smiling as Mrs. Kijima just sighed. "I want you girls to sit down please." She said, not in her usual voice but in a more serious one. We sat down in front of her as she started speaking, "If I'm being honest, I don't want to teach either of you any of this, being a demon slayer is a dangerous job and every battle you get seriously injured or face death. So please think this through because once you go down this path there's no going back, even if you quit the trauma will be there for life." I sat there, I didn't give it a second thought I knew this is what I was going to do, I will avenge my family one way or another. "I will do this Mrs. Kijima." I speak. Enya nods and then turns and smiles at me, I smile back. The first time I had smiled since the accident I was so lucky to have a friend like her. "Okay then I will train both of you from now on call me master Kijima." She said in a stern voice still not too sure about all this.

   From that day on we've been training every day and even though we didn't have to train at night I always did. Master Kijima always tried to get me to stop doing that since sleep is important, but I just had this burning rage that kept pushing myself forward. Only six months in and the training was ruthless, everyday Master Kijima would take us to a mountain were the air was thin and we could barely breath and had us climb and descended the mountain, but there were traps everywhere. Gradually we got better at it and luckily, I was always very adagial Master also said that I had a freakishly high tolerance for pain, which I hope will be useful someday. After that training, we began to swing our swords every single day, we practiced holding our breath, and we also practiced falling down and getting back up smoothly with minimal damage done. A month after that we began training using breathing styles, our master only used stone breathing. She taught us how to do it, but I was not able to do any of the forms. Only the first, she didn't know what to do about this, so she just went looking for some people who could explain the other breathing styles. It was another five months of training and trying to find a breathing style that suited me. But I was not successful, every breathing style I tried didn't match my fighting style. Meanwhile Enya had already learned every form of stone breathing, I felt as if I was falling behind, like I was failing. Especially since this was something I wanted to do, and Enya was only doing this for me.

   A month later I kept trying breathing styles until one day I was fed up with it and decided to come up with my own. I first found out what movements were most natural to me. After that I tried coming up with some kind of force, then I decided to use one of favorites, the force of mother nature herself. Six months of training my own breathing style just to be able to use it. I had already had the forms in my mind and had already figured out how to carry them out, now the only thing missing was the power to carry them out. On top of regular training with Master, which had already gotten harder and harder, I had this to do. A month later, I had done it for the first time the form I made up had worked. I was so proud of myself it felt like all that hard work had finally paid off. Three months after I was able to use my breathing style, all that hard work had paid off, ten forms I was able to use all of them even though it was difficult. I was nowhere near mastering them, but it was progress and naturally I will get better at using them no matter what it takes. Training got harder, but my body grew stronger I was able to master the first 5 forms and that made me happy, in 8 months I really was able to fight using the forms, or so I thought. At the end of those months our Master gave us our final task before she would allow us to go to what she called "final selection." We had to cut through a boulder, a huge one at that. The first time I tried I thought I could but, I ended up breaking my katana. It crushed me, knowing that after all that I couldn't pass the final task. The next four months drove me crazy as I tried over and over, I felt myself get more and more frustrated until one day that frustration vanished. I felt myself completely focus on the task at hand and finally, with one clean strike I was able to cut through the boulder.

   A week before me Enya had cut through hers, so now finally we could enter the final selection together, just like we had planned. Before entering, Master Kijima had made us a feast so we could eat and surprisingly there was a cake. "What's the cake for?" I asked curiously. "Well, you girls have been training so much I believe you haven't celebrated your birthdays for three whole years" she said in her kind voice with a soft smile. My birthday, it had completely slipped my mind, eleven and eleven months old, I couldn't believe it. "In that case, happy late birthday bestie!" Enya said as she pulled me into a hug. I returned the hug and smiled as I happily said, "Happy late birthday." We started eating we had seconds and thirds and finally the cake, it was so good the flavors danced in my tongue. But as we were eating, I noticed Master Kijima was tearing up. "Master, are you okay?!" I asked worried. "Girls, you have to promise me you won't die in final selection please" she said tears streaming down her face. Me and Enya looked at each other and smiled and turned to master, "Don't worry about us we will make it back" I said softly. "Exactly, we will come back mom, don't worry about us." Enya said as Master smiled and nodded. After that we went to our rooms to go to sleep, but I couldn't.  

   It was finally time; I was going to make it out alive and I was going to become a demon slayer, for my family. All these thoughts were racing in my head so I couldn't get myself to sleep, eventually I decided to climb on to the roof to take a look at the stars, my last peaceful night. I sensed something was behind me, so I turned around quickly, it was only Enya. "What are you doing up so late?" She asked as she sat beside me. "You know, it's just tomorrow we finally get to try and become demon slayers." I look down for a bit, "But are you sure this is what you want? You only did this for me, so you don't have to stay with me if this is something you don't want." I say, all this time it's been on my mind that she only did this to support me she never would have agreed to this if it wasn't for me. "Enya, you're my best friend, if you were to die at final selection, I don't think I would ever be able to forgive myself." I said starting to tear up, I had already lost so much, losing her would be so much more painful if the one to blame, were me. Enya suddenly slapped me, "Are you an idiot? I did you this for you but there's no way I'm giving up now, together forever, that's why we are best friends, right?" she says. I smile softly and laugh, "Let's make a promise, we always looked forward to being teenagers, right? So, let's promise we will make it to thirteen." I speak. She smiles at me and holds out her pinky finger, "Promise." We look to the stars and laugh, after that we went back to our rooms. Tomorrow, it all happens, for my family I will become a demon slayer, and I will make sure to take down the demon that killed them. I drifted off to sleep, peacefully, for the last time.

sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛs ɢᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ! ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ғᴜɴ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ!