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Chapter 1: Silver Steel

(Y/n) stopped walking forward. He let out an exasperated sigh and sat down on the dirt road between the fields of rice. He had been walking non-stop for about twelve hours and his legs were beginning to stop moving. (Y/n) exhaled and laid back looking up at the sunset sky. "I wish I had a horse," he absentmindedly said aloud. He rested for a few minutes while using a breathing technique to quickly regain stamina. He stood up and resumed his journey.

He stopped every night to build a temporary campfire and eat some rice cakes Naracia had made for him before he had set off. One night he was writing in his journal when he heard some noise behind him. He turned while saying the most fluent phrase he knew in Japanese, "Who's there? I have a belt and I'm not afraid to hang myself." Out stepped several grayish humanoid figures. They looked like humans except for the fact that their skin was graying, they had teeth like a shark, the massive veins poking out of their foreheads. "Damn, you guys almost pass for humans, but the smell you give off is rancid," (Y/n) held a disgusted face and fully switched to Japanese.

This appeared to have angered them. This angered them so much that all but one rushed him. (Y/n) held a hand on the handle of his sword and adjusted his footing. Then when the time was right, there was a flash of white and all of the demons fell with their heads. (Y/n) returned to his normal posture and approached the lone demon, "I have a few questions if you don't mind." The demon hissed but backed away. (Y/n) continued to approach, "I've been told demons don't often travel in groups without fighting." The demon hissed again and launched forward. Another flash of white. (Y/n) stepped to the side as the demon flew past him in pieces. He put the sword back in his scabbard and sighed, "Guess I'll have to find answers another time."

(Y/n) continued his journey. He took in the sights and sounds of the eastern country. Though most of his memories were lost to him, he truly felt like an outsider in a place where he had never been before. His face fell to a more serious look. As night approached (Y/n) arrived at the base of Mt. Fujikasane. He looked in wonder as he witnessed the purple glow of the wisteria in the moons reflected light. He scaled the steps of the mountain leading him to an orientation grounds with two dozen young swordsmen. (Y/n) stood out among them very much like a sore thumb. He walked along the stone beaten pathway, eventually finding a good place to stand. He pulled out his journal and began to draw a wisteria tree.

He put away his journal and turned to face the ushers standing at the shrine at the front of the grounds. Both seemed to be children but opposites of each other, one with white hair the other with black. (Y/n) listened closely as the ushers explained that there are demons on the mountain that can't escape because of the wisteria flowers. They continued explaining there are no more wisteria flowers beyond these grounds and several demons abound in the forest and candidates must survive seven days on the mountain to pass Final Selection. They both bowed slightly and spoke as one, "And now, be on your way." (Y/n) breathed in and stepped forward.

(Y/n) quietly walked through the dark forest. He had his hand on his blade at all times always expecting an attack. He inhaled through his nose and smelled an incoming demon. With the assistance of his stand, (Y/n) leaped to a nearby tree. The demon appeared a moment after. (Y/n) saw the flash of green. He took this as an opening to attack. He launched forward again causing the tree to be damaged. The demon fell with a decapitated head and (Y/n) stood up sliding his sword back in its scabbard. He reached up and scratched his chin, "Is it possible I trained a bit too much?" His head snapped to his right. He took a deep inhaled through his nose and listened intently. Something big was moving through the forest, a demon that had devoured many and was planning to feast some more. (Y/n) broke out on a full-on sprint through the forest.

As he neared he smelled two other humans. He heard the sounds of bones cracking and coming together. Whatever it was reaching out to grab a human. (Y/n) waited until he neared closer. Then when the timing was right, the flash of green, he launched himself and slashed. (Y/n) landed and looked to his left to see the large sickly green arms on the ground now turning to ash and a boy with a Nirishin sword next to him. He flicked the blood of his sword and turned to the large demon mutation to the right of him.