sorry if i havent been posting at like all for like a couple months, but like ive been in a pretty bad state since school started, and ive just completed one month of being clean and tought i would write a story to give myself a small celebration.
might be bad since its my first story in a while.
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bottom giyuu
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Giyuu Tomioka, the stoic and silent member of the Demon Slayer Corps, trudged through the dense forest, his eyes scanning the shadows with an intensity that belied his calm demeanor. The dappled sunlight filtered through the canopy above, casting a mottled pattern on the forest floor. His breaths were deep and even, a testament to his focus and discipline. Each step he took was calculated, avoiding any twig or leaf that might give away his position. He was a master of his craft, and he knew i.
Obanai Iguro, his fellow slayer, couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement at Giyuu's unwavering silence. Obanai was the complete opposite, often cracking jokes or sharing stories to ease the tension during their missions. He nudged Giyuu with his elbow, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Hey, Giyuu," Obanai whispered, his voice a low purr, "You're quieter than a ninja on tiptoe. Did you swallow a dictionary of zen proverbs or something?"
Giyuu's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unchanged, but Obanai could almost see the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "I'm just focusing on the task at hand," Giyuu replied, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to resonate with the very air around them.
Their mission was a critical one: to eliminate a nest of lesser demons that had been plaguing nearby human settlements. The two of them had been paired together by their superiors, a decision that had raised eyebrows among the other corps members due to their stark contrast in personalities.
Obanai's jovial nature didn't deter Giyuu from his concentration, but it did serve as a welcome distraction from the grim reality of their task. The forest was eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hoot of an owl. Giyuu's hand rested on the hilt of his sword, the cold metal a reassuring presence against his palm.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, the air grew heavier with the stench of demonic activity. Giyuu's instincts sharpened, and his eyes searched the shadows with a ferocity that could cut through steel. Suddenly, a twig snapped underfoot, and the air was pierced by a shrill demonic shriek. Without missing a beat, Giyuu pinned Obanai against a tree, his hand over the other slayer's mouth to muffle any sound.
Obanai's eyes widened in surprise, but Giyuu's gaze was fixed on the source of the noise. A lesser demon, its skin a sickly green and eyes like two glowing embers, leaped through the foliage, its claws scratching the air where Obanai's neck had been a moment ago. Giyuu's grip tightened, his muscles straining to keep Obanai still and silent. The demon passed them by, oblivious to the danger lurking just out of reach.
Once the creature had disappeared into the thicket, Giyuu slowly released Obanai, his eyes never leaving the spot where the demon had vanished. "We're getting close," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "Keep your voice down."
Obanai nodded, rubbing his jaw with a grin. "I guess that's what I get for trying to crack a joke in the middle of a stealth mission," he quipped, his eyes glinting with good humor. Despite the tension, Giyuu couldn't help but chuckle softly.
They continued their approach, the silence between them now a mutual understanding rather than a point of contention. Giyuu's hand hovered near his sword, ready to strike at the first sign of danger. Obanai, on the other hand, had his trusty whip at the ready, the chain jingling softly against the leather sheath at his side.
