Kimetsu no Yaiba: The Modern Era

Chapter 14: Artist behind the Lady's Paintings

Sumihiko's POV

Huffing, puffing sound escaped from my mouth, as I ran into the fluffy white snow.

The strong and cold wintery air blew into my face, my hair flowed along with it, to its direction. My eyes could barely see, this blizzard is too strong. My hands reached out to make sure nothing it's not blocking my way as I keep walking, step by step, finding a shelter to hide from the cold.

There's snow everywhere. Even my clothes are coated with white icy snow.

It's getting colder as I walked further.

My throat started to dry up and my lungs are about to ache. This place is too cold.

My hands wrapped around myself as I couldn't stand the cold anymore, I fell on to my knees, feeling exhausted. My eyes were about to blackout until a loud voice took my attention.

'Don't ever give others a chance to murder you!'

A tall man in his twenties shouted pointing his blade to someone. He has a short ponytail and wore a weird mismatched Haori but I couldn't see his face.

I crawled slowly towards the people, hoping that they will save me from this cold.

My hands dragged my tired body along with snow , making a long trace.

'Help..' I muffled.

Unfortunately, no one seems to care...

I continued to get close to them to gain their attention. But something caught my attention instead.

A young boy in a checkered haori whose hugging a demon in his arms tightly .His face was covered in bruise and tears, begging for mercy from the mismatched Haori guy.

'I begged you, she is my sister. ' he cried, hugging his sister as he huffed in the cold thin air with his soar throat.

'Wait, that's his sister???'

My eyes went wide and stared in fear at the scene.

Then I felt somebody tapping on my forehead.

It was the mismatched haori guy, who was doing it.

I looked at him, didn't know what to do.

He dragged me by my collar and screamed

'Wake up, you sleepy head !'

My eyes immediately opened.

'It was a dream again ?' I murmured as I put my hand on my head.

A fist landed my head , punching downwards.

'Ouch...' I groaned as i looked to my right.

It was Obanai, both of his hands folded together across his chest. I could really feel his angry aura which mixed into the atmosphere.

'Hurry up, everyone's waiting .' he hissed as he slammed the door loudly.

I jumped out of bed, panicking. My arms sweated coldly like the worlds about to end. I got changed and swept all my belongings into my bag. I ran, grabbing my bag after shutting the door behind me.

'Sorry! I am truly sorry!' I huffed as i got on the van.

'If you're a demon slayer, you probably be dead already.' Obanai hissed again, staring at me, who's hair was disheveled.

I giggled awkwardly as I scratch my messy red hair, feeling embarrassed by my actions.

'Here, a comb .' Kanata took out a comb from his bag, passing it to me.