❝Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn into poetry. All the blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.❞
A story of a half breed, half human half demon, that walked the earth hated. She learned of selfishness and blood lust far soo...
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In a secluded training ground, the clash of steel filled the air as Y/N and Sanemi engaged in an intense sparring session. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a golden light across the clearing. Y/N, with her unique blend of demon and human abilities, moved with an agility that seemed to defy gravity, her katana a blur as she parried Sanemi’s fierce attacks.
Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, was relentless. His strikes were sharp and powerful, the very air around him seeming to cut like a blade. He wasn’t holding back—his every move was meant to push Y/N to her limits, to test the true extent of her strength and resolve. His eyes were narrowed in focus, his expression set in the intense concentration that came with years of battle experience.
Despite his ferocity, Y/N held her ground. She moved with a fluidity that complemented Sanemi’s aggression, her own style a blend of her past training and the newfound power she had honed. She countered his strikes with precision, her movements almost effortless as she flowed from one technique to the next. The energy between them crackled, a testament to the fierce determination that drove both warriors.
Obanai, the Serpent Hashira, stood off to the side, his eyes tracking every movement with a keen intensity. His arms were crossed, and his serpent Kaburamaru coiled loosely around his shoulders, its tongue flicking out as if sensing the tension in the air. Obanai’s gaze shifted between the two fighters, noting the nuances in their techniques, the way Y/N adapted to Sanemi’s unyielding force, and how Sanemi tested her with calculated ferocity.
For Obanai, this was more than just a sparring match. It was a chance to observe Y/N in action, to see how she handled Sanemi's notorious intensity. He was impressed by her resilience, how she didn’t falter under the pressure that Sanemi brought. There was a fire in her eyes that matched the Wind Hashira’s, a fierce determination that spoke of battles fought and won, of a will that would not be broken.
As the session wore on, the pace only quickened. Y/N, now fully immersed in the battle, began to push back against Sanemi’s assault. Her strikes became more assertive, her breathing even and controlled as she tapped into her breathing technique. She unleashed a series of powerful moves, her katana flashing in the dying light as she forced Sanemi to take a step back—a rare occurrence.
Sanemi grinned, a wild look of approval in his eyes. “Not bad,” he muttered, though his tone was anything but dismissive. He charged forward again, a whirlwind of strikes that Y/N met head-on.
