Solar Blade

Final Selection

[Name] walked alongside Tanjiro, their strides as calm and measured as the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves overhead. They had already spoken at length about Tanjiro's training and the pivotal role that Sabito and Makomo played in his journey. Those two had provided invaluable guidance, helping Tanjiro hone his skills to the point where he could finally slice through the formidable boulder that had once seemed impossible. Yet as they walked, a cloud hung over their thoughts.

As they walked together, mentioning Sabito and Makomo brought an ache to [Name]'s heart. They couldn't help but reflect on a common adversary that loomed heavily over their thoughts: Douma, the cunning and merciless Upper Moon Two of the Twelve Kizuki. It was impossible to escape the chilling memories of confrontations with him, particularly in how Douma had laced their blade with his Blood Demon Art. Whereas Tanjiro had the guidance and strength of Sabito and Makomo, [Name] felt the weight of a dark power overshadowing their journey.

"You okay? You're quiet," Tanjiro spoke, his voice gently breaking through the fog of [Name]'s swirling thoughts. The calmness in his tone contrasted sharply with the storm raging in their mind—an endless loop of worries and doubts that began the moment they learned about the imminent Final Selection.

"Ah, yes. I'll be alright, just thinking about Final Selection," [Name] replied, forcing a casual air into their voice. They could feel the weight of their deception hang in the air, but Tanjiro was someone they trusted, and they hoped that this small fib would shield him from the deeper turmoil that lay hidden beneath their facade.

"It'll be alright," Tanjiro reassured, a warm smile brightening his face. "You're adept with a blade, so you'll be fine. I've watched you train, and I know how hard you've worked. Your skills are impressive!" His encouragement was steadfast and genuine, but it only heightened the tension in [Name]'s chest.

[Name] nodded slowly, the motion feeling heavy and unnatural. Tanjiro mustn't know. He mustn't know about their blade—the one that was not wielded with 100% human strength,

As Tanjiro continued to speak, discussing strategies and sharing tales of his own experiences in training, [Name] found solace in his words, albeit mingled with fear. Each encouraging sentence was like a beacon, momentarily pushing aside the shadows lurking in their mind. Yet, despite the reassurance, they couldn't shake the feeling that the upcoming selection would force them to confront not only their physical abilities but also the unresolved part of their identity tied to that blade - an identity they were not ready to reveal.

"Let's focus on what we can control," [Name] thought silently, striving to absorb Tanjiro's enthusiasm. They couldn't let their anxiety consume them, not when Tanjiro believed in them so deeply. With a deep breath, [Name vowed to suppress the truth for just a little longer and give their friend the confidence he deserved. All they needed to do was get through the Final Selection. Just a little longer.

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It's night now, and the two of them walk up a very strange, though beautiful path that winds its way up the mountainside. The air is cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers, which mixes strangely with the earthy aroma of the surrounding forest. Flanked by delicate strands of wisteria, the path glimmers softly under the moonlight, the abundant purple blossoms seemingly illuminating the way ahead as they journey deeper into the night.

The site is enchanting; cascades of hanging wisteria create a dreamlike canopy overhead. The flowers sway gently in the night breeze, their soft fragrance filling the air and adding to the surreal atmosphere of this mystical place. [Name] gazes up in wonder, taking in the vibrant hues that glow against the dark twilight sky. Each bloom, with its delicate petals, seems to shimmer and pulse with life, as if imbued with a magic unique to this path.

As they continue their ascent, [Name] can't help but reflect on how peculiar it is to behold so much wisteria at this time of year. Traditionally, this species bursts into glorious bloom in the spring, filling the world with its vibrant colours and sweet aromas. Yet here they are, surrounded by what feels like an impossible display of beauty in the dead of night when summer is still in full swing. The juxtaposition puzzles [Name], stirring a mixture of curiosity and unease. Why were these flowers here, defying the natural order? It felt as if the mountain itself was trying to convey some unspoken message, leading them toward the enigmatic Final Selection that awaited them at the summit.

With each step, the air thickens with anticipation, and [Name]'s heart races. The path winds higher, illuminated by the strange luminescence of the wisteria, guiding them through the darkened landscape. The delicate blooms seem to whisper secrets to one another, creating an ethereal symphony that dances on the edges of [Name]'s consciousness. It's a stark reminder of the trials that lie ahead, and yet, in the face of uncertainty, a sense of wonder prevails. Perhaps this marvel of nature is a sign of something extraordinary waiting for them at the end of this winding path—their destinies intertwined with the magic of the mountain and the secrets it holds.

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After more walking, the two find themselves at a temple. Would this be where Final Selection would be held? [Name] clutched their bag of needles, before walking in with Tanjiro. This was life or death for them. Probably life for [Name], because of their peculiar blade. Many other people surrounded them.

"So many people," Tanjiro speaks.

"Most of them will die. I know it," [Name] speaks.

Tanjiro's eyes darted to [Name], seeing their steely expression. He had come to notice that whenever [Name] was in combat, their smile would dissipate into thin air and the air around them became heavy and fearful. Whenever they used their blade, it was even scarier. Before Tanjiro could ask what [Name] meant, his attention was drawn to two people, who looked almost identical. They both had the same haircut, one with black hair, and one with white hair.

The one with black hair steps forward, gathering everyone's attention.

"Everyone. We thank you for coming here tonight to the Demon Slayers Corps Final Selection..."

A/N

Hello! Almost at chapter 30!!! I can't wait to write further (in short, I can't wait for 10 pm tomorrow). I'm really glad that Solar Blade has come so far! Also, I'm starting to think that the title is really not related to the plot at all. Because um, [Name]'s blade is definitely not solar. It's giving 'Let it goooo, let it goooo!! ❄️' iykyk. Anyways, thanks for reading!

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