𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀𝕊𝔼𝕂𝔸𝕀'𝔻 𝕊𝕃𝔸𝕐𝔼ℝ 剣楽面性 : ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ 𝕩 ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏᴄ

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝟘: "𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕊𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝔸𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕤𝕒 𝕋𝕠𝕜𝕪𝕠"

A few minutes passed, and both Myron and Tanjiro walked side by side down the trail, their footsteps in sync as they made their way toward Asakusa. The earlier tension that had gripped Myron had faded, replaced by the comfort of Tanjiro's presence. The two had been chatting, exchanging stories and thoughts, and with each step, Myron felt lighter, as if the confusion and frustration from a few hours ago had been left behind on the path.

"So, Tanjiro, is this your first mission by any chance?" Myron asked, his curiosity piqued as he glanced over at his companion.

Tanjiro shook his head, the ever-present warmth of his smile never fading. "No, this is my second mission, actually. I just finished a mission in a town to the northwest," he replied, still holding Nezuko's hand gently as she slept peacefully by his side.

Myron's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Oh really? This is my second mission too. How was yours?" he asked, his tone turning more serious, sensing there was more to Tanjiro's story.

Hearing the question, Tanjiro's smile faltered for a moment, his eyes clouding with sadness. "Well... it was hard," he admitted quietly, looking down as guilt seemed to weigh on his shoulders. "Before I got to the town, a demon had already taken the lives of several young girls. One of them was a man's fiancée. I... I wasn't fast enough to save them. And I couldn't get any useful information from the demon about the one I'm looking for."

Myron glanced at him, noticing the deep sorrow in Tanjiro's eyes, and gave him an empathetic look. "I'm sorry, Tanjiro. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"No, it's alright. I need to keep moving forward," Tanjiro said softly, his voice steady but tinged with emotion. He took a deep breath before turning back to Myron, forcing a smile. "The mission itself went well, despite... everything. What about you? How was your first mission?"

Myron looked up at the dark sky, a soft smile tugging at his lips as memories of his first mission flooded back. "Well, I was sent to a village in the southwest. To my surprise, I ran into an old friend there—David. I didn't expect to see him again, to be honest. He's also a Demon Slayer now."

Tanjiro's face brightened, his previous sadness momentarily forgotten. "Really? That's amazing, Myron! I'm so happy for you. Reuniting with an old friend must have been incredible."

"Yeah, it was," Myron said, his voice filled with warmth as he remembered the reunion. "After we met up, we fought off some demons and saved a bunch of kids who had been kidnapped. We returned them to their families, and seeing the relief and joy on their faces... it's hard to put into words. It was one of those moments that made everything we do feel worth it."

A genuine smile spread across Tanjiro's face as he listened. "That sounds incredible. I can imagine how grateful those families must have been. It's moments like that that keep us going, isn't it?"

Myron nodded, his heart swelling with pride as he recalled the tearful thanks of the villagers. "Yeah, it really is. Seeing the parents reunited with their kids... that's what makes all the hardships, the dangers, the pain, worth it. Knowing that we're making a difference, saving lives."

As they walked, the conversation between them flowed easily, filled with mutual respect and shared experiences. The moon continued to shine down on them, casting its gentle light on the path ahead. With each passing minute, Myron felt a stronger sense of camaraderie with Tanjiro, their bond deepening as they shared their journeys.

"Myron, can I ask you a question as well?" Tanjiro asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

"Yeah, sure. Go ahead, Tanjiro," Myron responded, intrigued by what his friend might want to know.