AYO WHAT THE FU- (KNY x OC)

Chapter 4.

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1ST POV
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The journey began smoothly, with Tanjiro and I engaging in small talks. His curiosity about me was quite understandable, given that I was the first foreigner he had encountered in his relatively short life.

"Well, kiddo, I come from Earth, but not your earth. You see, you're actually a character from a manga/anime in my world. And oh, interesting twist, I died and then woke up in a different manga where there are these man-eating naked giants called titans. I gained these overpowered powers as a kind of divine gift, and it turns out I'm sort of a version or a clone of myself in this manga universe," Of course, I didn't actually say all of that. I might be goofy, but I'm not that reckless. Though, truth be told, the chaos and mental turmoil such a revelation would cause poor Tanjiro could probably rival one of Zenitsu's meltdowns. And I haven't had the pleasure of meeting the shrieking Pikachu just yet!

I had to suppress a maniacal laugh as he struggled to pronounce 'Africa,' snorting when he finally settled for a meek "Afurika" after three attempts, delivered in a thick Japanese accent. I could sense Nezuko's growing amusement from the basket, sharing in the fun as she witnessed his efforts. The demon child seemed to be enjoying this just as much as I was.

Tanjiro proceeded to ask a series of questions, like "what's it like in 'Afurika'" (his words, not mine), "where is it?", and "is it far from Japan?" His reaction was priceless when he learned that Africa is an entirely different continent and quite far from Japan. The moment he blurted out "what about your family?", he realized his mistake and promptly apologized, seemingly mortified by his own insensitivity.

After managing to assure forehead that curiosity was okay, and that no, I wasn't hurt by the question, and what the hell, kid! Stop bowing – seriously, you'l' make Nezuko dizzy! We moved on to more straightforward inquiries like "what's your favorite color?" and such, to which I provided answers that revealed just enough without delving into the details. Those stories would come in due time.

The kid mentioned being fond of fatsia sprouts, or whatever the heck that was, and enthusiastically promised to cook some for me to try one day. I couldn't help but chuckle and made a counter-offer to introduce him to some of the specialties from my country. The sheer delight in his beaming smile could've blinded me! No wonder he practiced sun breathing, this kid really was a walking ray of sunshine.

The conversation then shifted to his determination to find a cure for Nezuko, and she responded with a resolute "HM!" I smiled softly to myself, thinking, 'and you will succeed...'

When I affectionately ruffled his hair, Tanjiro appeared both puzzled and flustered by the gesture.

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Now, we stood in front of a mother and her child who both gawked at my appearance, yet again. This reaction wasn't new, considering that on our way here, people in the rice fields would pause their work just to stare at me in utter surprise. Clearly, they had never encountered anyone quite like me before. Their expressions ranged from shock to wonder, and in some cases, even a hint of fear. It reminded me of that Mike Wazowski-Sulley meme.

The child, with all the innocence of youth, continued to gaze at me with wide eyes, filled with curiosity. Encountering someone with my skin color for the first time must have been mind-blowing for him, just as it was for his mother. She seemed kind, albeit a bit intrigued, her brown eyes shifting to me now and then as she conversed with Tanjiro. Meanwhile, I stood nearby, leaning against a tree with my hat on and arms folded.