The tale of Miko Akatsume

Prologue ~''

Let's be real here. The rarest thing to see in Japan in the early 1900's... Black people. When I was first given away to my Asian step Parents. My foster home said I would be treated like shit. They couldn't have been more wrong. They weren't racist. Just curious. Mainly about my hair.

  It was rather rough in texture since I had dreadlocks. I kept them up in two pigtails. The older I got, the more they'd spike out. It gave me a unique look.

  Now, as far as you should know, I wanted to be a demon Slayer since I was little. I failed all other breathing styles so I created my own. Discord Breathing. Powerful enough to kill an opponent with one strike. But difficult to master.

Apart from training, I excelled in everything. From school, to farming to becoming a Slayer at 12.

I'm 19, and officially a Hashira. My parents are proud of me, but I've never been more proud of myself.

I still know that there's more to come. This is just the beginning.