You're new at the Demon Slayers Corp. Sought after by the Master for your recognition of defeating over 100 demons single handedly and w/o the help or even knowledge of the Corp. You're known for your ruthless tactics & unwavering hatred for demons...
It's night, AM night, and you are really confused. You had heard of demons murdering a number of people on the Mugen Train and headed there as quickly as you could. Surprisingly, someone had already laid waste to it and the demons. You're walking back from the wreckage when you hear fighting.
"Don't tell me it's already over..." you hear as you walk out of the woods and see Akaza, a demon you are very familiar with and he you.
You step back in the woods and take a quick scan of the scene. You see a man with yellow hair and red tips, bloody and out of breath, with three young teenagers. You see Akaza preparing to use Destructive Death: Annihilation.
You smile, 'Here I come, mother fucker!' you think to yourself. You practically teleport in between Akaza and Kyojuro, using your fans to absorb the attack. Akaza repels backwards, his eyes wide from utter disbelief that his attack was blocked. He knew Kyojuro was in no condition to block that attack.
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When the dust settles, he sees you with both your fans spread out in front of you and laughs, "I must be dreaming... we thought you were dead. You sure have grown into a beautiful woman, haven't you. Doma is going to be so impressed."
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You stand up. You turn to observe Kyojuros condition, and he's standing, so that was a good enough sign for you. You throw him a thumbs up, a side smile, and a quick wink. As if to let him know you got this, before turning back to Akaza. Kyojuros eyes are wide as they can go. He has no clue how to process what's happening. All of the sudden Inosuke screams out to you.
"HELL YEAH!" he, Tanjiro, and Zenitsu are watching intently and seem to have a sudden surge, a second wind, and are cheering you on.
"Akaza," you say clipping your fans back to your belt, with a smirk, "Go fuck yourself." You draw your katanas from there sheaths.
You quickly spin them both in your hands and then rest one on each shoulder, "Ya know, you always have been a debauched, morbid, piece of shit. But this... is just sad. The man has already fought handful of demons before you. A very exhausting but honorable feat, very straining on your stamina. But you already knew that... didn't you?"
