Demonslayerinspired Geschichten

(ONGOING) "You're a samurai, are you not?" Silence followed after his question. The person that was supposed to answer it stayed quiet and still. Not a single movement that came from it, as if it was a statue. Only their long black hair, neatly pulled into a high ponytail, moved with the light breeze. He took a moment to look at them closer from where he was standing. The dark gray kimono loosely hanging around the figures frame, hiding their shape, but neatly tugged in the lighter coloured hakama. Though, it was noticeable that the hakama was worn out, same as the kimono. His gaze wander down the frame to the katana in their right hand. "If you are.." he started talking again. "Why are you carrying around a dull blade?" The question triggered a movement from the person, it was small but enough to know that they were still listening. Their head turned slightly, revealing a glimpse at the mask they was wearing. The grip around the katana has tightened. "Watch your words if you want to keep your tongue" The words came out sharp. He was surprised by the voice of the person, taken aback because of it.

'ℑ'𝔪 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔖𝔲𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔞, 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔲𝔱' 'ɴᴏᴠᴀ, ᴄᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʜʏᴘᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴇʟʟᴀʀ, ꜱᴇᴇᴋ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ' Tsukumo Yukari, a student who plays the violent game of Sōdoaeko, stood out from her comrades, as she strives to survive and make her brother, an Ex-Sōdoaeko player, proud by surviving until the end. But things take a turn as she joins her first ever team, will she make new friends with her new teammates, support them throughout, or will she keep to herself and hide in the shadows? !This story is completely fictional, even the sport. If any events occur in real life, they are purely coincidental! Warning: •All characters belong to me, out of my imagination. If one of the characters belongs to any other storyline, please correct me. •The sport is complete fiction, and does not exist as far as I know. •Violence, if you are uncomfortable with violence, kindly do not read the violent parts. •I got inspired by the song Supernova, by Aespa and Demon slayer! •Enjoy!

This story is negami saga related (negami saga is a series that i have created, havent really done much to it but i will soon ehe) This story is heavily inspired by Kocho shinobu <3. This story is about the Aiziku Family, a strong ice user. This story will have 5 chapters (I'll try okay)

|[==========][<>][==========]| ~An alternative Universe in which me and My friends undergo a journey across mythical East/West China with a story more interesting than our own average lives day To lives. This story is infact an Inspo off> 'Kung Fu Panda' and 'Demon slayer' |[==========][🏔][==========]| • The story revolves around a world In China- harmonised with divided sections of the country, this harmony was bound together by the main elements of this au: Water, earth, forest, fire. Though these are the main 4 there are many MANY More abilities that devolped over time through the history of this place they call "NeXus" • . •. 🏮. .🏮. .• . • ||==========][<>][==========]| After a new ark of founders are yet to be chosen, tragedy happened and the world divided and fought for dominance for a new founder- war has started .... ___ 'NeXus has begun its fall'____

A cursed flower. A hidden bloodline. A war that started centuries ago." In the shadowed forests of Rishikesh, 18-year-old Arman stumbles upon a mysterious black lotus blooming inside ancient temple ruins. Marked by its curse, he begins to unlock powers tied to an ancient demon order once connected to Muzan-the legendary demon king of Japan. But in India, a darker force stirs. Kaalketu, a disciple of Muzan, has built his own empire of Rakshaks-demonic warriors hidden among us. As Arman is trained in the deadly Shakti Path and faces creatures from nightmares, he learns this isn't just a curse-it's a war. ⚔️ If he fails, Kaalketu will awaken the Third Eye of Shiva... and bathe Bharat in blood. A dark fantasy horror filled with ancient powers, twisted demons, and the rise of a new warrior. This is only the beginning