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Y/N WASN'T READY FOR IT. She knew, and she feared, but she couldn't allow herself to not be ready.
She tightened her grip on her nichirin sword, with its reliable blade of black, trying her best not to show her fear as she fiddled with the weapon. Sliding it just slightly out of its sheath, then back in.
In. Out. In. Out.
The movements mirrored her breaths, calming her sufficiently as she gazed up at her destination, possibly the last place she'd ever see.
The Fujikasane Mountain was undoubtedly one of the prettiest places that the teenage girl had ever seen - an ethereally natural structure arcing into the dawning sky and wreathed with violet wisteria. If she was honest, Y/N had never liked the scent of wisteria - overpoweringly sweet, cloyingly messing with all her senses.
But the Demon Slayers united under this flower that bloomed in the face of blood, so Y/N supposed she'd just have to deal with it. It may very well save her life, after all.
And yet, the demons would have no problems attacking in the bare top-half of the mountain, where the Final Selection Y/N had arrived for was held, so there was little relief offered by the wisteria itself.
Points in favour, points against, amounting to a neutral opinion that didn't help anybody.
