When she misinterpreted the warning, everything goes downhill.
Souls destined to reborn again and again, carrying forgotten oath made by themselves in the past and holding an unwanted destiny.
One still breathing, never touched by the time itself.
O...
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"Nezuko?" Tanjirou threw a confused look at his dear sister who frowned deeply and use him as a shield from that light.
Yushiro's face scrunched in discomfort. "Tamayo-san..."
It's like every demon's instinct screamed 'dangerous' at that light. They want to avoid it at all costs, like their eternal nemeses, sunlight.
Susamaru already stopped paying attention and just threw her temari balls to them while Yahaba was ready to back her up, arms stretched. They seemed not particularly happy about her messing up with their head.
She glanced to where Tamayo and her discipline at, murmured an incantation.
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Temari balls bounced around it, cracking the barrier every time it made contact. She watched from the corner of her eyes.
"Breath of Water. Third Style—"
Tanjirou twisting and swirling his Nichirin, slicing objects behind her back at the same time with such breathtaking grace.
"—Dance of the Fast Moving Current!"
Her red eyes blinked when saw him standing beside her. One. Twice.
"Where you learn to expose your back to your enemy is a bright idea you dimwit?!" Yushiro growled to her.
"Don't mind us," Tamayo reprimands them.
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