𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊˚ʷⁱˡᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ‗ ❍ ⁱⁿᵒˢᵘᵏᵉ ˣ ᶠ.ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ [ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ ]

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(Note: Hey all! I included an image above of y/n's outfit! I hope this helps visualize stuff! Imagine the blade as I describe it later on in this chapter. If you don't like the outfit, then please feel free to imagine it some other way- but don't comment about it)

(small edit: i do not care if you don't like sakura, that's the name of the crow in this fanfiction. it has absolutely no impact to the story- so if you want to rename it, or you just don't like sakura from naruto keep it to yourself. this is a demon slayer book, your comments have no relevance) 

(Y/N) sighed as she shoved her head further into her pillow. Since Final Selection she had been waking up late to try catch up on her sleep. As soon as the two left to go back home, Inosuke insisted on carrying her to the doctors in the town they had stayed at. And (Y/N) was right with her prediction, she had broken 2 ribs due to the impact in which she hit the tree.

Speaking of Final Selection, the girl hadn't heard a word from Inosuke since they left- 14 days ago to be exact. And she'd be lying if she said she didn't miss him. He was just so warm...and fun to be around. A soft knock on her door alerts her, and she hums in response. She sees Mitsuri's smiling face peak round the sliding door, and she had her signature pink blush on the apples of her cheeks.

"Rise and shine, (N/N)" She grins, causing (Y/N) to smile in response. Mitsuri may have been her teacher, but the two had more of a sister relationship. Mitsuri let her live in her home, and she was always looking out for the young girl. (Y/N) groans in response and she sits upright in her bed, hesitant to leave the comfort of her warm bed. Mitsuri tuts her tongue at the scene, and she throws open the bamboo sliders covering her windows.

"You're evil" (Y/N) whines as she shields her e/c eyes from the harsh sunlight. She feels a soft hand ruffling her hair, and looks up to see Mitsuri laughing at her.

"I guess you just don't want your brand new sword then" She says with a shrug of her shoulders, and she begins to walk out of the room. (Y/N) immediately perks up and tries to swing her legs out of bed as fast as she can, wincing slightly at the pain in her chest. Luckily the pain had subsided a lot over the past two weeks, and she should be fully healed in no time. She hears Mitsuri chuckle as she stomps after her, scrambling to tie up her robe. 

The front door is already open and she sees a strange figure hunched over in the door way. The figure wore one of the wooden festival masks you often find, and he was bundled up in a patterned gown. She could see the cart next to him that was filled with the swords for the other slayers.

"Good morning" (Y/N) greets politely, but to no avail. The masked man enters the house whilst staring directly at the girl. (Y/N) sends Mitsuri a strange look, causing the girl to giggle and cover her mouth with one hand. 

"Uhh...can I get you something to drink?" She asks, and the man immediately stops. He points towards the living room, and he rushes past her. 

'What is this guy on?' She thinks to herself as she follows him, feeling somewhat anxious. The man sits himself down on one of the cushions, so (Y/N) follows suit. From his hip he detaches the sword, and (Y/N) feels her heart begin to pound. This is the moment she had been training for...for years. She reaches a shaky hand towards it- and she grabs it from the mans grip. Sucking in a deep breath she looks down at the sword, admiring it's casing. The outside was constructed with a pale pink wood, and there was hearts hand engraved all up the side.

"HURRY UP AND UNSHEATHE IT" The man suddenly exclaims, causing (Y/N) to jump. She hears Mitsuri chuckle once again and she sits next to the pair. 

"Calm, Hotaru. The poor girl has only just got the sword" Mitsuri says sternly through a smile, causing the man- that she now knew as Hotaru -to grumble. The girl releases her breath, and she quickly unsheathes the sword. It rapidly changes colour before her e/c eyes, causing her to gape in awe. The blade remains pale pink colour, but as she rotates it, dark pink and black speckles begin to appear. Mitsuri squeals and claps her hands as she watches the magic unfold, causing (Y/N) to giggle. The man all of a sudden jumps at the girl, and he grabs hold of the collar of her robe.

"I wanted to see a red blade you bastard!" He hisses, shaking the girl. (Y/N) scoffs and grabs the mans wrist to try pry him off.

"Old man I will fucking bite you. Get your hands off me!" She yaps through gritted teeth, and Mitsuri finally intervenes. 

"You're going to burst a blood vessel. A pink blade is cool enough" She says sternly as she finally removes the mans hands from her collar. The man is about to say something else, before a familiar crow bursts into the room through the doorway.

"Oh, hey Sakura!" (Y/N) greets, holding out a lithe finger for her bird to perch on. She strokes it's feathers before it opens it's peak. 

"North! North! Miss (Y/N) (L/N) must venture north to meet with Mr Inosuke Hashibira for their first mission!" Sakura announces, and (Y/N) feels her face heating up. Mitsuri tilts her head to the side as a look of confusion washes over her.

"Who's Inosuke?" She asks, sounding like a concerned mum. (Y/N) quickly puts her blade back into her holder and she jumps ups.

"He's u-uh...a boy I met at final selection" She stutters out as she limps towards her bedroom. From the corridor she could hear Mitsuri clapping her hands and squealing. This is where the sisterly side of their relationship came out- Mitsuri would constantly talk to (Y/N) about her crush on another pillar, so she was probably expecting (Y/N) to do the same. 

She wastes no time slamming her sliding door shut and she begins to prepare for her first mission. Her uniform was pretty much the same as everyone else, except hers was a skirt version. Her Haori however was one of the most unique things she had ever seen. It was a dark, silk fabric that was hand sewn with gold thread. Small koi fish had been embroidered onto the back along with a few lily pads. She quickly throws it all on, and to finish off she attaches her sword to her hip and she ties up her h/c hair. 

She'd say that she was only rushing around as she was excited for her first mission, but that would partially be a lie. In all honesty, she was also extremely excited to see Inosuke again.

"I hope that dumbass hasn't forgot about me" She whispers to herself, snickering at her use of his nickname. She applies the finishing touches and she bursts out her room, being cautious not to strain her ribs. Mitsuri is already stood at the front door with a bundle of food- and the strange masked man seemed to have disappeared. 

"He's...strange" (Y/N) says bluntly, and Mitsuri nods her head in agreement.

"His family have been creating swords for us for years and years. I respect them a lot, he's just a very...unique person" She explains, causing (Y/N) to snicker. Mitsuri shoves the bundle of food into the girls hands, and she immediately pulls her into a tight hug. As nice as Mitsuri hugs were, they could be lethal at times.

"Can't breathe...your boobs" (Y/N) chokes out causing Mitsuri to loosen her grip. She sends her an apologetic smile and she steps out of the way.

"I expect you back safely. I'll treat us to pancakes when you return, and I'll invite Iguro" She smiles, causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes slightly. She gives Mitsuri one last quick hug before exiting the manor, and exposing herself to the blazing sun. Sakura perched on her shoulder as she began her journey to her mission, and (Y/N) had never been more excited.