Heart Of Fire; Veins Of Ice | Kimetsu No Yaiba Fanfic (Kyojurou's POV)

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As snow falls around the two of them, she slips out from the gaps, as the cold paves way for her. Her presence was like the softness of early winter, whereby it was gentle and yet, beneath it, held an exterior of permafrost, and unbreakable glacier, a never ending blizzard which promised to suffocate all within its territory.

It's a relief.

Her white hair against the snow, he could now see that it was not as pure as the whiteness of the snow, and it never could be, because it held a crimson tint to it so faint that it was a testament to how well she could conceal herself from those who perceived her at first sight.

This time, without her red mask, her eyes made themselves clear to the two of them, of which were marred by black coloured burn marks on pale, snow white skin as her long hair was pinned up with a glass hairpin, the very one he had seen in Fuyuko's hand.

Hashira. If your will is to live, then both of us must rejoin Arctic Silver into a usable weapon against him. Should that fail, we must hold him off until sunrise.

She lunged at Nobu, drawing her blade, a translucent steel comprised of ice and permafrost, as Kyojuro's eyes widened. Her speed was just like Akaza's, if not faster. Nobu could not see anything, as if she was entirely concealed from him, and Kyojuro steadied his breathing as he watched her movements.

The snow demon, his other side, used her blade and thrust it through Nobu's neck, as the demon was caught by surprise. His eyes flickered around wildly, as she thrust her blade in deeper, cutting through his neck in a diagonal vertical slant as she swung her blade out of his flesh and pulled it out into the air.

Nobu's head came off, but he reached out and held onto it, before strands of his own flesh reconnected the decapitated head to his neck.

Leaping back, the demon crouched on the ground. "So it's true."

She was relentless, as she removed his limbs, a transparent, near invisible sword in her hands, her weapon, as she used her blade in a series of raid alternating thrusts and swings, pivoting on her foot as she changed her grip on her sword mid way and stabbed it upwards through Nobu's chin, and he simply took on her blows like it was cold snow being blown into his face.

"You once told me that on the verge of death, humans were capable of miracles. Upon your death, you managed to cling onto life. You might be a spirit, but you cannot kill me without a nichirin blade," Nobu smiled, like a general assured of his own victory.

Nichirin.

They needed nichirin.

What happened to her old blade?

Arctic Silver had been her spare, but who had claimed the blade she had perished with?

"If I kill him, you will cease to be."

Hashira.

Have your wounds healed sufficiently?

Kyojuro exhaled a cold breath, coughing to remove the blood in his lungs as he wiped off the trail of blood from his mouth and face with a sleeve. He could not use the breath of flames, but he could still hang on. Attacking Nobu was going to be a major problem, since he needed to enter total concentration breathing in order to use his styles.

She halved the steel rod flying at his face, as the two ends split apart and she placed her hands on his own, moulded his body and stance.

He cannot make my form out.

Only you can perceive me in my entirety.

Much of your body is still your own. My blood is the key to your survival. Your arms and hands are that of a demon's, as is your left eye, and all of the other areas where you have sustained and wounds after my integration.