【An act of kindness?】 Demon Slayer Fanfiction

Leap-Year Festival (1)

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Muichiro and Nezuko encountered on their journey a blonde demon slayer, who's both a coward and a pervert. His name is Zenitsu Agatsuma.

Together, they fought the demon of the sea named Asahiro, who seemed to be behind all the deaths of the village. He died and disappeared after his connections to the village was broken off.

Now, they are headed towards another mission!

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Introduction:
The leap-year festival

There is a certain city, far from the mountains but near the forests and groves, that holds a once in a leap-year festival. This is done to celebrate the descent of the great beast that spared them from the great fire a millennia ago.

This festival is their tradition, and all should stand to respect that. Tradition is sometimes different for everyone, but it doesn't mean you have to oppose what others believe, right?

This year's festival has garnered the eyes and curiosities of many from different regions. Including those that wander and journey the land of the rising sun. Several of those wanderers, were the armed demon slayers; individuals that journey across high and low, day and night, in search for inhumane humans-turned-monsters called demons.

Their purpose is not to enjoy themselves, but to stand guard and investigate the constant disappearances that have been reported during the festival's operations.

There is a possibility that a demon may be involved behind these disappearances.

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Twilight has arrived, and the trio have finally reached their destination. As the sun fully hides, the moon shines being accompanied by the twinkling stars. The festival lit it's lanterns to light up the area, and the vendors opened their stalls.

The cheerful voices of little children running around can be heard, people are increasing in number, fast. The stalls are now crowded with people. Firecrackers are being fired by a group of teenagers, and a small band is playing in the center.

Everyone is having a good time and the festival begins it's first night. Muichiro and Zenitsu walk in the crowded area, and sat in a vacant seat to take a short break.

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As they were walking, Muichiro scratched his head, and felt a sting in his hand. He looked at it, and it appears that he has been cut, though lightly. He licked off the blood dripping and ignored it.

" Were you hurt? " Zenitsu asked, right after noticing Muichiro licking his thumb.

" It's not severe. Don't mind it. " He coldly replied, which the blonde did not like. He pouted, and even made fun of the pillar behind his back.

" 'It's not severe.. don't mind it' my ass! I was just asking! Rude bastard. " He thought, mimicking Muichiro's voice.

While Zenitsu was busy mocking him, the pillar walked to a stall and rested there for a bit. Muichiro gently placed down the box where the demon Nezuko rests in one of the seats.