𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, the daughter of the progenitor of demons finally returns home. With a heart black as night and a voice as alluring as a siren's, she only has one goal: To finish what she failed to do 300 years earlier.
All the while, failing to not...
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A LOUD CRASH RANG OUT, the sound startling everyone in the room. At the scene of the crime was a certain demon slayer wearing a boar head with window shards scattered all around him.
"EEK!!"
"RAHAHAHAH!!"
"GAHH!" a certain burgundy haired boy shouted, "Inosuke! What are you doing?! You broke the window!!"
"WREEEE!!"
"You fool! Lady Kocho is gonna kill you!" another voice shouted, belonging to the Kakushi, Gotou, standing beside the burgundy haired boy.
"WAHOO!" Inosuke screamed, jumping around listlessly.
"SHUT UP!" Gotou shouted again.
"COMING THROUGH!"
Not far from them in another bed lay a boy with dark hair styled into a mohawk pulling a pillow over his ears.
"I want a separate room..." he grumbled, covering his ears even tighter.
"TRAINING! TRAINING! TRAINING!" the boar-headed slayer announced excitedly, "The joint training session is about to begin!!"
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"Lord Tengen! Lunch is ready!"
The white-haired male turned over his shoulder, whacking one of the slacker demon slayers in the process before giving his wives a charming grin.
"Got it! Thanks," he shouted in reply before turning to the other demon slayers, "Oi! Your meals are ready!"
A group of small murmurs and whines ensued.
"I can't..."
"I don't feel like eating..."
"It'll just come right back up.."
"Ugh seriously you guys are really sloppy," Tengen drawled at their reactions, walking over to his wives.
"Lord Tengen," Hinatsuru chided softly, "Please don't be so mad at them."
"I don't want to be," the Sound Hashira sighed, "but if I send them to the next Hashira like this, I'll be the one to blame."
"Here," Makio handed him a bowl, "Lord Tengen."
"Thanks," he smiled at her.
"It's miso soup with lots of salt!" Suma added, leaning towards him cheekily.
"I see," he nodded, bringing the bowl to his lips, "Seriously, this training is nothing compared to all the others' training."
"You're in charge of basic fitness workouts, right?" Suma hummed, her hand running along his arm as she continued, "What kind of training do they have after this?"
