Ascend The Multiverse|多元宇宙を昇る [Kny x Black!Reader x Countryhumans] {ON HIATUS}

Six| 六

Where you make an acquaintance of a demon

A/N: I tried to include angst but I understand if I didn't do it well. I got a long chapter for you so prepare. English and other foreign languages are in italics.

Enjoy.

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"Luck is truly on my side today." The sarcastic statement left your mouth as you sensed a familiar presence behind you. You don't bother turning back to confirm, stabbing the demon under your foot one last time. It did not die but its regeneration has been slowed indefinitely.

You were tired. Very tired. Your periods ended thankfully so you were regaining back your strength. However, you had not gotten a single chance to relax since demons kept on breathing down your neck. Your sword allowed you to decapitate them and slow down their regeneration but you couldn't kill them yet. To you, there was an unspoken rule of using nichirin swords for the job. Even if you technically broke it by beheading Uppermoon One three weeks before.

Speaking of the Uppermoon, he kept distance from you, warily observing your movements. After gathering your thoughts, you turned on your heel and faced him. His katana which he named Kyokokukamusari was already in his hand. Although his eyes held a mix of emotions, the most prominent ones being anger and fear, his face was stoic and expressionless.

"I found you."

"So you did."

You made no move towards him and he looked like he was biding his time, waiting for the moment to strike. Then, he asked a question you half-expected. "Where did...you get...that sword?" You glanced down, as if you were seeing the weapon in your hand for the first time.

"Huh? This old thing? I got it from an old companion of mine. It is designed in the European style but is not exactly from there. Why do you ask?" You held the sword out horizontally, palming the blade with your hand.

"That sword...was strong enough...to behead me..." He said with a glare, remembering the unpleasant sensation. "Only such...strength can be...held by...a Hashira level...demon slayer." You frowned at the statement.

Hashiras. The strongest demon slayers in the entire Corps. No demon was spared when they were around and they were the pillars of the breathing styles they used. In the anime, there were nine of them. At the epilogue though, only one would remain. The strongest hashiras in history existed during the Sengoku Era, which was the Golden Age of the Demon Slayer Corps and it had been on a slow decline since.

Yoriichi, the most overpowered character in this universe, was currently deceased. His brother and ultimate weakness Michikatsu, currently stood before you as a demon with the alias Kokushibou.

Willing the sword to disappear, which slightly surprised the demon to see it happen in a slower pace, you placed your hands at akimbo. "Do I look like a demon slayer to you? That was just a lucky hit from me. Besides, it's not like I could kill you anyway." The uncertainty in your voice is hidden by your confidence. Though a question made its way in your mind; would you be able to kill demons using your blade? The day that would happen would be a milestone, and a tragedy for the unlucky demons.

"Not...a Hashira? Why...should I...believe you?" The look of doubt was easily noticeable in his six eyes. His grip on his sword did not relax in one bit. You must have spooked him so much that letting down his guard was out of the question.

"You don't have to, but I have said my truth. I am neither a demon slayer nor do I have any links to the organization. Heck, I don't even know how to do the breathing styles." His eyes narrowed in disbelief at that.