残酷な意図 | 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a low-ranking demon of questionable origins captures the attention of the most powerful beings in the world all the while trying to find her brot...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐱 ⎡ 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⎦
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The next several weeks, (Y/N) trained under Kokushibo. He taught her how to hone her power to the highest pinnacle that she could reach, and though he would not admit it out loud, he was thoroughly impressed with how easily she could grasp even the most difficult of concepts. It was remarkable in and of itself, and he was quite certain that this was the reason why Muzan himself had chosen her to be his weapon that he would utilize.
Now, for the next step in her training, he had her sit in front of him.
"It is crucial when in a fight to use whatever is at your disposal to turn the tide of battle," Kokushibo started as he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword to unsheathe it, showing her the pulsing flesh-like sword containing several eyes that looked just like his own, however the blade still able to shine in the lantern's orange light. "What I use is my katana. What do you use?"
"I'm... not sure," she murmured, lacing her fingers on her lap. "I do not fight if I can."
"You say 'if you can,'" Kokushibo spoke as he lifted his chin, placing his sword in front of him and resting both hands on the top of the hilt. "Mind explaining what you mean by that?"
(Y/N) shifted in discomfort.
He noticed that.
"Please answer the question."
"I... can't even begin to explain," she finally uttered after a moment of silence, swallowing as she tried to unscramble her mind. "Sometimes... I just feel a rush of... something. When I am in need, I gain something that cannot be described. It is like a bright light, and when it is gone, destruction is left in its wake."
"Hm..." Kokushibo hummed in thought.
It was an interesting description, and he couldn't help but be intrigued. It was something he very much wanted to witness, his eyes narrowing in curiosity the longer the idea bounced around in his mind. Deciding to push the thought aside for now, he picked up his sword—noticing the way (Y/N) flinched at the action—and smoothly slid it back in its sheathe with a ting of sound.
"Do you think you need a weapon?" He then questioned, staring down at her.
"No."
"Why?"
"I just do not."
"Very well, then," Kokushibo nodded as he looked towards Nakime.
Nakime was the controller of Muzan's Fortress through the power of her Blood Demon Art, the biwa she never seemed to be apart from hoisted nimbly in her thin fingers. When Kokushibo nodded her way, she lowered her head ever so slightly, the strands of her dark hair brushing against her arms as she plucked the strings of her instrument. The twang of music made (Y/N) jolt, for as soon as the echo disappeared, two presences made themselves known in the ever reaching grasp of the complex maze due to how smoldering of a power they possessed.
