Justice is Blind |『 Female OC 』• Kimetsu no Yaiba

Act 41: Birth of the Winter Saint

The world around Shirayuki came into focus, bright and unfamiliar. She was seated on a wooden floor, its surface polished to a mirror-like sheen. Before Shirayuki could process her surroundings, a voice called out gently and warmly. "Tsuki, come on! Mom's about to tell us her story again!" the person said.

Startled, Shirayuki's gaze snapped up, her vision swimming with unfamiliar clarity. A boy stood in the room's doorway, his white hair catching the sunlight as if spun from snow. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he smiled at her, a grin that felt warm and honest.

Shirayuki stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. The sight of him was both foreign and strangely familiar, stirring something deep within her. To her confusion, her mouth moved on its own, her voice responding without hesitation. "I'm coming," she said, the words tumbling out easily.

Shirayuki found herself rising to her feet, her movements swift and natural. Her body felt familiar, yet foreign. She was walking her steps light as she followed the boy down the hallway.

Her lips curved into a faint pout, an expression that felt unbidden. "You're so impatient," she found herself saying in a playful annoyance. The boy laughed, glancing back at her with a wink. "Only because you're so slow!" he teased.

Shirayuki felt a flicker of indignation, though it didn't feel entirely her own. "I'm not slow!" she retorted, quickening her pace as she tried to keep up with him. The boy's laughter filled the hallway, and he darted ahead.

Shirayuki followed, her steps falling into rhythm with his as they approached an open doorway at the end of the hall. The faint sound of a woman's voice reached her ears. Shirayuki's heart ached at the sound, though she couldn't place why.

The boy paused in the doorway, glancing back at her with a grin. "Come on, Tsuki," he said, his tone laced with anticipation. "Mom's waiting," he said before letting out a small laugh. "They are all waiting," he added, entering the room.

As she stepped inside, she saw the boy take a seat beside an older girl who looked exactly how she remembered Youkina. Around them, eight other children of various ages looked at her with smiles.

But what caught her eyes was the woman lying on the bed. It was a middle-aged woman with flowing white hair, blue eyes, and a slight smirk. "Come on, Tsuki. I even kept your favourite spot," said the woman, patting the right side of her bed.

Shirayuki, or Tsuki as she was, walked forward with a bounce in her step, ignoring some pouts her siblings sent her way. She even blew her tongue out before settling in the side of the woman who smiled at the display.

Then, she patted Tsuki on the head. "Okay, you are all seated properly?" asked the woman before she looked at Tsuki, who nodded and smiled. "Okay, well, let's begin," she said before smiling at the group. "I will tell you how I got the nickname of 'Winter Saint,'" she said as the children leaned forward, ready to listen.

The snow fell heavily that year. It blanketed the land in an unbroken sea of white, muffling the world's sound as if nature itself held its breath. The storm had raged for days, a relentless blizzard that turned even the hardiest villagers into recluses.