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𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄

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3ʀᴅ ᴘᴏᴠ (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Murata was the typical demon slayer you'd expect.

He had a standard build, not very athletic and overall wimpy in the face of danger.

Sure he could act tough verbally but it was completely different when facing an actual demon that can literally kill him in one go if he wasn't too careful.

His limited water breathing skills were mediocre at best.

All and all, Murata was average.

But it's not like anything was wrong with that, he kept living his life how he was used to. Training to improve his skills, growing closer with his very good friend Noguchi, trying to overcome the looming fear that came with fighting demons, etcetera.

However, all that changed when he and Noguchi stumbled upon that abandoned cabin, secretly housing the child who had experienced way more horrors than any child should.

Only now, when Murata outstretched his arm to try and catch [Name], did he realize that taking care of such a traumatised child was what gave his life a new meaning, a new purpose.

If he was the sky, [Name] would be the stars that shone through the cracks in his seemingly average life.

If he was water, they would be the plant that needed to be nurtured in order to grow and bloom into a beautiful flower. One remarkable enough to be adored by everyone they came across.

The upper rank demon before him did nothing but smile as he watched [Name] being hurled off the edge, and it seemed like an eternity when he finally turned back to him. "Why the long face?" The demon asked, the grin on his face turning shit-eating as he placed his arms behind his back. Suddenly looking all nonchalant despite the fact that he just killed a child.

Murata looked him up and down, his mind scrambled from the fact that this thing seemingly felt no remorse for what he just did and from the fact that [Name] could be...

"H-How... do you... f-feel no shame?" Murata murmured loud enough for the demon to hear him as he tried to control his breathing and steady his shaky hands back on his nichirin. He tried his best to steady his legs as well, but all he could think about was how he wasn't quick enough, if he wasn't so slow, things would've worked out differently. "How... do you h-have... no regrets?"

The Uppermoons lips turned into an even bigger grin as his tongue licked up the remaining blood on his lips. "Now, why would I feel shame for a monster?" He asked back, feigning innocence as if he wasn't the reason that that child was the way that they were. "You should be grateful, I helped you out, slayer. Isn't that what you're supposed to do with a demon?"

Murata's grip on his nichirin tightened as he stumbled his way into a fighting stance directly in the demon's line of sight as an attempt to show that he still some fight left in him. "The only monster..." He gritted through his teeth, "I see r-right now... is you."