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I do not own nor claim all the rights to 鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba | Demon Slayer; all rights are reserved to its respective creator, Koyoharu Gotōge. This is purely a work of fiction; names, characters, businesses, events, localities, and occurrences are all extrapolated from the author's writings and imagination or utilized in a fictitious manner. As such, any direct or indirect references to actual entities, dead or alive, or events do not, in any shape or form, resemble the opinions of the author.
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"..." = Dialogue
'...' = Internal monologues
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Hey guys, just wanted you to know that this chapter is pretty short and that I might've rushed it a bit.
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The whistling wind—though not too overtly loud—evoked an oblique remark to the tension present within the atmosphere of this particular day. It was a testament to both the uncertainty that lay ahead along with the apprehension prevalent throughout the city milieu.
Although it was roughly midday, the ambiance within the vicinity of this particular time of day—one that anyone would postulate to be conducive to an uplifting tone—was subjected to degradation; the consecutive cases of missing persons in conjunction with the widespread disclosure of corpses whose identities are congruent to that of the aforementioned absentees engendered a unanimous sense of dread and deprivation that permeated throughout the heart and focus of the city's denizens.
Though the day had reached its zenith, the gleam of the sunlight was incandescently radiating its glimmering rays in a fulgurating manner upon the Earth as if the capacity to execute the full potential of its enormous power was critically hindered. The proper rationale for this odd phenomenon would be the presence of the copious amount of clouds situated in an azure—yet, simultaneously colorless in soul and spirit—atmosphere; each of which occluded the luminary features espoused by the nearby star.
Thus, the environment was neither morbid nor was it brimming with gaiety and optimism; the correct terminology would be more along with the line of a vague or subtle interpretation of pessimism.
A ubiquitous, unyielding sensation of negative emotions circulated the propinquity while imbuing a pernicious undertone to the growing metropolis; however, one shouldn't be quick to attribute such fervors to the hitherto persons to which their fate either remains unknown or discerned under unfavorable circumstances.
For, in these turbulent times of change and capricious events to which the Taisho Era—arguably either exacerbating or amplifying—had somewhat inherited from Emperor Meiji, the traditional-heavy people of Japan are not yet attenuated to such drastic reforms to the rudimentary facets of their lives, economy, and society.
Therefore, it is to be expected that a member of the agricultural peasantry is not prone to the adjustment that is envisaged in a setting analogous to a rapidly industrializing economy. Ergo why it is important for one to make that clear distinction; for the tendency of many to ascribe the infinite woes of modern society upon an abstract notion of a single thing or being harboring all the great evil is a propensity harbored and denoted by a great many.
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