Am I stuck or reincarnated? (KNY fanfic)

Chapter 9

Disclaimer! I do not own demon slayer AKA Kimetsu no Yaiba nor it's plot
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Key:
H/c = hair colour
E/c = eye colour
Y/n = your name
L/n = last name
F/c = fav colour

On the last chapter, short summary:
both Kyojuro and (Y/n) finished the final selection, they went home, found money on the road, kyojuro found the eyeball of the upper moon.
Kyojuro became suspicious when she stiffened.

The next few days, both (Y/n) and Kyojuro was on a slightly awkward terms, well for one, both of them are training completely finneeee.

But whenever he brought up the topic of heading home after the final selection or demon eyeballs etc, (Y/n) would excuse herself or else interrupt by shouting some random nonsense.

Obanai then would proceed to excuse himself from the awkward atmosphere.

Shinjuro would slam on his son's head asking what's going on, somehow always missing (Y/n)'s head when he tried to hit her head.

Senjuro would also back away and follow Obanai.

That was how it's going, every day.

One time Kyojuro managed to corner (Y/n) and asked why did she stiffen at that demon eye and where did she recognise it, immediately she blurted out the two annoying words that every KNY fan would get.

"Michael Jackson!"

Kyojuro was in absolute confusion but as she left, he clenched his fists.

Whoever this Michael Jackson is, that person will pay for disturbing his sister-like figure.

Then they went back on normal terms and the others was very happy. Then came the day where they would receive their nichirin blades, from the distance, (Y/n) could see the two blacksmiths appeared in the distance carrying the similar shape of weapons in the distance.

Squealing with joy, (Y/n) was already too excited to wait for them but Obanai pulled her back by the collar.

So instead, (Y/n) instantly went up to them and invited them to come in for a cup of tea.

Rengoku chuckled slightly at her behaviour before starting a conversation with the blacksmith who made his sword. (Y/n) was also hoping for a conversation with the blacksmith but well, that was, until he dropped her weapon into her face.

"Just take good care of it, if not I'll slice you with your next weapon instead," he answered gruffly, adjusting his mask as he hurried out of the window.

(Y/n) cried on the inside.

Kyojuro held back a snort.

Senjuro pattes (Y/n)'s head gently while Obanai went out through the back door to let out his held laughters.

You could also hear the crows in the distance laughing at her.

Shinjuro has had enough so he went back into his room to sleep.

(Y/n) rubbed her nose sheeply and chuckled but then she stood up, brushed of the dust and drew out the katana from the sheath, eyes widening in awe as she watched the blade changing the colour once again.

She can never get enough of this, even if she has seen it so many times from her other selves from timelines.

Her katana, was a glistening (f/c) and because of this sight, she ran down the hallway and stumbled across the floor before heading outside into the garden.

She immediately whirled into the first stance of the nirvana style, her chakra thumped and moved with excitement through her chakra coils and her Sharingan threatened to rise as she swung the blade, slashing it through the air and because of this (Y/n) checked her surroundings.