𝗘𝘂𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮

𝟝 - 𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕌𝕡

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"The Demon Slayer Corps has around several hundred members. It's an organization unrecognized by the government. Yet, it has existed since ancient times, and we continue to hunt demons today. But as for who's leading the Demon Slayer Corps, that remains a mystery. Demons. Staple food: humans! They kill humans and feed on them. No one knows when and where they first appeared. Their physical prowess is remarkable. Wounds heal in the blink of an eye. The flesh is restored after being hacked off, and libs can be newly regenerated. Some demons can shapeshift. Others have otherworldly powers. They can only be killed by sunlight or by decapitation with a special sword. The Demon Slayers battle the demons with their own mortal bodies. Since they're human, their wounds are slow to heal, and, once lost, their limbs don't grow back! Even so, they battle the demons... to protect other humans"

Ever since Urokodaki accepted tanjiro as a pupil, the poor boy has been on non-stop work. During the day, training. During breaks, trying to hone his senses in an attempt to learn the breathing forms easier. During the evening, trying to train in the dark, though, thankfully, that thought usually gets shut down by either me, or Urokodaki, who refuses to cook food for three people, only for a whole serving to go to waste.

I can't say the boy's efforts aren't admirable. Even I wasn't this motivated when I was training. 

Though, throughout these past years, even I have gotten back to training due to the sheer amount of spare time I get when Tanjiro and Urokodaki are out, training for the boy's own good.

I've been able to get in-tact my senses, like they were before, maybe even better than they ever were. I've once again managed to perfect the forms of wind breathing, and even got the time to create my own forms. Ones that are Ideal for me, and my own fighting style.

Although, I admit, having a tree as an enemy isn't exactly ideal, especially when Urokodaki refuses to let anyone out the house after the sun has set.

As I run through the thickets, my palm over the hilt of my katana, my chest heaves and my red cheeks are highlighted in the white forest. My footsteps crunch in the pure snow, the wind tearing behind me as I sprint so fast I seem like nothing but a blur in the woods.

Taking in an inhale of cold air that chills my lungs, my hand, that was wrapped around the hilt of the katana, gently, and silently, pulls the blade from its sheath. The metal reflected the bright sun that shone through the gaps in the leaves of the trees, which stand tall over my body, watching my every movement as I skim around the woods, my form nothing more than a blur not worth batting your eye to.

They watched as I skidded, stumbled, sprant, and lunged through their woods, watching me with intent.

Wind Breathing, 11th Form:Refreshing Wind

I slice all around me, and my blade easily pierces through the trunks of every tree I speed by. Snow gathers behind my form as all that are left behind once the trees are cut, is a small mint green slice that lingers in the air for a moment, before fading out of existence, as if it were never there to begin with.