Fresh Breeze | Kimetsu no Yaiba

Living in a world where death lingered at every corner was harsh, but [Name] had long since learned to tough it out. Her resolve had been forged in fire, sharpened by grief, and tempered with purpose. From the moment her family fell victim to tragedy, she clung to one singular goal: becoming strong enough to find a cure for her mother's mysterious illness. The same illness that had stolen her father.

It wasn't just the lingering fear of her own mortality that drove her forward; it was her mother's frail smile, her whispered words of encouragement, and the warmth of her touch even as her body grew weaker with every passing day. For [Name], becoming a Demon Slayer was about hope. Hope that the answer to her mother's suffering. Perhaps it was naive to believe she could find such a cure in the midst of death and despair, but that naivety had kept her moving forward.

The road was long and grueling, and [Name] learned quickly that strength alone wasn't enough to survive. Her endurance, her grit-those were her weapons. Still, she had a weakness, one that even her relentless determination couldn't guard against.

Tanjiro and Nezuko's wide, sad puppy eyes.

She could never fight against those two no matter how hard she tried.

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Demon Slayer (c) Koyoharu Gotouge