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flash back story!!

[Name]'s P.O.V

"Leave [name], go as far as your feet can take you!"

"Please it's for your safety" My mother begged me as she frantically handed me a bag of coins, my sword, and a piece of paper.

I looked at my mother as my face contorted in confusion.

I retracted my hand from her, stood up, and asked "what do you mean? What about you guys?"

Both of them didn't answer for a while, they looked at each other and nodded.

"[Nickname] listen, I and your father are dead. We are spirits guiding you and your brother." My mother explained.

"Though it seems like only you can see us," My father said.

No wonder

I realized something, my eyes going wide. I looked down at their feet to see nothing...

My eyes started to feel glossy, I felt a lot of emotions run through me. Sadness? Betrayal? Anger? Humiliation?

"Child you must go farther away from this wretched place" Father demanded. His face was strict, unfaltering.

"The demons can now freely enter and exit this place! Go on you don't have time!!"

"W-what?" I managed to say while wiping my eyes with my sleeve.

"Listen, child, your brother or any 'cursed' family member of [last name] has this 'power' to have wysteria trees to guard them. The older they get the lesser the Wysteria trees are there."

"After his death, the wysteria trees will wilt along with him."

"His body would decay faster than any normal being, roots would gather around his bones sucking out his flesh"

"Enough of that" my mother butted in

"Gather your things and pick wysteria leaves in this small bag," She said while giving me a beige-colored packet with a small design of [fav flower] pasted on each side.

"We shall take our leave then." My mother looked at me, before turning around. Hand in hand with father.

"Wait!" I shouted.

"Can I please have one last hug?"

They turned around and gave me a solemn smile.

"Alright, cmere"

I savored our last moments together.

"Don't ever let go of your ring, it will ward off bad spirits."

"Oh! And always bring your chisa katana!" Said my father as they finally vanished.

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After finishing packing all my necessities, I went to the nearest wysteria tree and picked the most fresh-looking leaves out of the rest.

"Mother was right the wysteria trees are wilting faster than expected..."

I observed the remaining leaves that were still attached to the trees.

Already brown? It's only been a short amount of time what the heck.......

I quickly stuffed the small bag and tied it shut. I made another loop just in case.

I glanced at the back of the house, which is where my parents always told me not to go to.

There are their graves, moss almost covering their names.

Gosh to think of it...how did they die????

Though I couldn't see when they died anymore, I can still see their names. I wiped off the mosses (well tried to) to make it at least clean.

I laid flowers at their graves and prayed.

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After praying I bid them goodbye.

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I haven't really gone down the mountain yet, as I took a detour and visited Hiroto's house.

"Hey there, man" I said rather sluggish.

The moonlight showed through his grave. Giving him what seems to be a spotlight.

I placed down the colorful flowers that I picked along the way, to make his grave look less lonely. I bid him goodbye and prayed for him.

Before completely going down I went to the neighbor's house to check upon them. It was a house of an elderly couple, a woman in her twenties, and a baby. I wanted to give them wysteria leaves as a gift and warn them about the demons.

Huh? I couldn't hear their usual arguments, but the light was on.

I knocked on their door to hear no response though I can hear someone......or something.

It was breathing heavily

It was eating something, it made loud wet squishy sounds.

I panicked and quickly turned, observing their place.

The wysteria trees were wilted-

Oh no

My mind was jumbled I wasn't thinking straight, I dropped my bag quickly and pushed open the door.

I knew it

There was a demon, munching on the lady's arm. Her head was gone too, blood was splattered everywhere.

Blinded by rage, I unsheathed my blade and ran to the demon.

The demon's ears perked up, it turned around with a huge grin

"Oh? Is this dessert?" It laughed.

"I guess I still have room for you in my stomach dear"

It launched at me at the speed of light.

I couldn't see it, I knew I wasn't gonna win.

Then I remembered how my blade is linked with wysteria poison.

Right! I don't need to decapitate it.

As long as I stab it with this it's gonna die!

I didn't have any sword skills so having a chance to hit it would be pretty low.

But I guess I was pretty lucky people around me would say.

I made a swift cut at its hand that was reached out to grab me.

I stumbled on my behind.

It laughed at me.

"HAHAHAHA! What a puny wittle wound! It sUrely can kill me AHAHAHA" It continued to mock.

Moments later its laughing halted. It started screaming bloody murder. Veins being visible to its face (and presumably its body), skin turning purple, and eyes turning upward.

"Is it dead?" I went near it. Using my katana, I poked the demon's foot for safety. Then I went and fully decapitated it.

Better safe than sorry

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After finishing cleaning, the house by then, I already buried the lady. (Well, what was left)

Guessing that the rest were already eaten, I just made tombstones for them.

After praying for them, I ran to my house and picked the non-wilted flowers.

Went back, then laid the flowers on top of their graves/tombstones.

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[Last name]'s pride are the wysteria's that always follow their trail.
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