PLEASE READ THE A/N AT THE VERY BEGINNING!
REWRITING!
previously known as : how was it future me?
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❝ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃᵏᵉˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᵉᵗˢ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱᵉ
ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ, ⁿᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ
ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷⁱⁿᵈᵉʳᵐᵉʳᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᵏˢ ˡᵒᵒᵏ...
you huff and puff, swinging a katana back and forth as you grovel.
that earlier plead had possibly been the worst decision of your life.
your pleading had landed you on sanemi's back porch, training to be his damn tsuguko.
'too many weak, useless slayers out there so may as well start one from scratch. maybe you can be someone actually worth something' he had said, yapping on about how useless the young demon slayers are now.
you throw the wooden bokken at your new trainer, who had been watching you train, watching closely for any minor imperfections.
it had only been an hour or so and you were already done.
the man who had been too focused on finding imperfections in your swing did not notice the bokken coming his way until it hit him square on the forehead and knocked him back.
you laughed obnoxiously at the mans misfortune, "HAHAHAH OH FUCK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!"
the man looks at you furiously as he snaps up from his spot and you freeze, "oh shit-"
and that was how you spent the next two hours running around his estate away from a furious sanemi.
good stamina building exercise 👍
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