《Avatar : The Last Airbender x Demon Slayer》
Y/N L/N. A humble girl from a small village, seemingly loved by the townspeople, suddenly runs away one night.
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After encountering a peculiar boy and his demon sister, they jo...
Amongst the branches, I could hear the incessant arguing of a voice I knew and one I did not. Of course, one of them happened to unfortunately be my sister, in the company of a strange guy with the head of a boar.
This is a problem. A big problem.
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I sigh, hitting the pot in my arms. "Gyokko." I called, the ugly head revealing itself.
"Yes?"
I stab the tongues that his eyes were replaced with. "Put those disgusting things back into your mouths, filth."
"Who are you calling filth?! Look at yourself, how dare you-!"
I pierce my finger through the eyeball embedded in his forehead, making him squirm. "Shut your mouth. I didn't call you to hear your nagging."
"Why, you...!" He growled at me.
"The swordsmith village. How are you and Upper Moon 4 doing?"
He seemed to grow angrier. "Tch! There's some brat who insulted my art! A boring, stupid Hashira brat!"
"Hashira? Hmm, I see... Very good. Now go, I've had enough of your face." I smile at him.
"That's it?! You called me here just to stab me and that's-!"
I raise my hand at him again, and he cowers, huffing before fading back into his pot. Sighing, I look down once more at the swirling blood, forming it into a shard that revealed the intricate work of my Blood Demon Art.
Blood Mirror. It covers massive spans of land, forming mirrored areas that drive the unattentive insane as they run in circles, days and nights falsely passing above their heads without growing tired. The Slayers trapped here... most have perished by now and served as my nightly meal.
And yet...
Why aren't the others there, too? Doesn't she have a team of Slayers?
"Koshiro."
At the call, I drop from the tree and bow my head, adjusting my position.
"Lord Kibutsuji." I dare not look his Lordship in the eyes.
"I heard we have ourselves a little problem, do we not?" His voice sends shivers down my spine, how truly terrifying...
"Yes, my lord. The Avatar is within the forest."
"My, my. That's a big problem, isn't it?"
I can feel sweat form on my back and my throat dry up. Have I made a mistake? Did I upset his Lordship?
He chuckles. "Now, how could you upset me? You've done your job well. The Kakushi and Demon Slayers within your forest have no chance of reaching the swordsmith village in time. Do not get caught."
I quietly nod.
"Your Blood Art can control every piece of this forest. Release the Avatar before she catches on too quickly. It'd be a pain to meet her again so soon."
"Yes, my lord." I feel his presence dissipate, and right after that, a loud crash echoes. The mirror shakes as Y/N's partner forces the earth beneath his feet to crumble with his heavy stomp, and I quickly release that area from my control.
Silence is followed by a thunderous shout of pride, and I observe as he grabs her hand and drags her forward, running through the woods. I'm always a step behind, shifting from branch to branch and driving them off of the path to the village.
I must keep her as far away from the Swordsmith village as possible. I'll make sure she doesn't cross paths with Gyokko or Hantengu, even if it means I'll have to reveal myself and stall for his Lordship.
