Rewind | KNY |

Weeks Later

(Y/n) clicked his tongue as he did a small drawing of a mini stick-like bird figure in the dirt, trying his best to make it look exactly like his Kasugai crow, Akira, just to badly fail.

A defeated sigh escaped the boy's lips as he allowed his body to fall backward, and hit the ground which allowed dirt to fly up into the air.

Throwing a single arm over his forehead, (Y/n) stared up at the sky with a squinted look.

Relief flooded his system as he felt his body relax and grow comfortable against the ground.

"It's been seven weeks already, huh? Which means Final Selection should be starting sometime tomorrow," (Y/n) mumbled to himself with a shake of his head.

The teenager knew he shouldn't feel relieved for long knowing that he would be killing his first demon tomorrow.

(S/c) eyelids drifted close as (Y/n) leaned his head back a little.

"No, I shouldn't worry about that one. I should be worried more about that one demon from my first mission. Yuck, how the hell did Muzan create a demon that looked like a damned centipede?" (Y/n) asked himself as he felt a shiver go up his spine.

The boy opened his eyes once more and sat up.

Footsteps captured the (H/c)-haired teenager, causing him to look over.

Muichiro could be seen walking up to him with a blank look on his face.

(Y/n) sent the twelve-year-old a smile, raising a brow.

Muichiro stopped walking and stood right behind the older boy a good distance away.

"Tomorrow..." Muichiro trailed off as he tried to remember what was supposed to be happening.

A chuckle escaped the fourteen-year-old boy's lips as he got up onto his feet, and turned his whole figure to the shorter figure.

"We have Final Selection tomorrow," (Y/n) says with a shake of his head.

"Oh," Muichiro replied with a nod of understanding.

The two had planned on leaving early in the morning since they didn't want to get there late.

(Y/n) lifted a single finger, causing Muichiro to blink.

"If you want to, we can stick together on the first day of Selection, then separate for the remaining days to go off on our own." The teenager states.

Muichiro stared for a few moments, before mumbling something under his breath.

(Y/n) raised a questioning brow as he watched the other nod his head in understanding.

A soft grumble filled in the silence, causing the (H/c)-haired teenager to chuckle when he realized that Muichiro was hungry.

"Have you eaten yet?" (Y/n) asked, tilting his head to the side.

Muichiro hummed. "No," he simply answered.

A sigh left (Y/n)'s lips as he lightly gripped Muichiro's hand.

"You're probably starving, let's get you something to eat."

"Okay."

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Sanemi could be seen with his arms crossed over his chest, a heavy frown dancing upon his lips.

His purple hues darkened a shade as he stared at the Insect Hashira who stared back at him with an amused smirk dancing upon her lips.

"Oh? So, that boy who I usually see visits Tokito-kun with Amane-sama...is your Tsuguko? The same Tsuguko that I overheard the Kakushi talking about?" The woman asked tilting her head to the side.

Sanemi scoffed. "What the hell do you want, Shinobu?" He rudely snipped out.

Shinobu placed a hand on her face as she allowed an insincere smile to appear.

"If it's possible, I would like to speak with this Tsuguko of yours tomorrow." Shinobu requested.

The Wind Hashira frowned even more. "He and that Tokito boy are leaving early in the morning for that damned selection," he grumbled.

Shinobu nodded her head. "Ah, it's that time of year... isn't it? I wonder if your Tsuguko and Tokito-kun will die seeing as one of them practically only had four months of training, while the other had two." She hummed.

Sanemi narrowed his eyes at the shorter female that stood in front of him, trying to tick him off with her fake attitude.

Shinobu then released a laugh. "From what Mitsuri and Himejima have told me, your Tsuguko is quite the fighter..." She trails off as she makes full eye contact with the man in front of her, "That he has the power to possibly outrank a Hashira if he wanted to. But, he isn't. I wonder why."

Sanemi rolled his eyes and walked away, indicating that this conversation was over.

Shinobu crossed her arms over her chest as she watched Sanemi leave her.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she watched the clouds drift by.

"A slayer that doesn't fight with his full strength... It's either that he is scared of doing something, or he's a lot more useless than was told to me." Shinobu sighed with a shake of her head.

The young woman turned around and headed back in the direction of her estate.

"I'll find out one way or another."

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(Y/n) blocked an incoming attack that Muichiro swung at him, making sure that the practice nichirin blade wouldn't land a single scratch on him.

(E/c) hues darted around the training grounds that surrounded both their owner and the boy he was training with, before narrowing.

The (H/c)-haired teenager swung up at an angle, causing Muichiro to stumble backward and lose his grip on the blade that he was holding.

Before it could go flying, (Y/n) caught the blade by its handle.

Muichiro gave a silent thanks as the other male returned the practice blade to him.

(Y/n) placed a single hand on Muichiro's head, and ruffled the said boy's hair.

Muichiro stared at the slightly older figure with wide eyes, misty and dazed turquoise hues brightening with a soft sparkle in them.

The (E/c)-eyed male stared down at the pre-teen for a few moments before chuckling.

"Almost," (Y/n) simply says.

Muichiro lowered his head as he stared down at his feet, a small ghost-like smile dancing upon his lips.

(Y/n) was about to drop his hand back to his side if it wasn't for Muichiro trapping his hand upon his head.

The teenager gave a dot-eyed expression, dumbfounded.

Muichiro shook his head and muttered a small apology as he dropped his hands to his sides.

(Y/n) tilted his head as he tried to understand what had just happened.

'Does he...want me to continue petting his head?' He wondered.

The fourteen-year-old stared at the slightly younger before laughing.

"Here ya go," he states as he went back to giving Muichiro gentle head pats.

Muichiro's smile lifted a little bit more as he continued to stare at the ground.

(Y/n)'s eyes softened when he watched Muichiro shyly smile down at the ground, which caused his heart to warm up for a moment.

Maybe he shouldn't worry about the Final Selection.

Not right now, anyway.

But tomorrow is a definite worry situation.

He just gotta hope that he'll survive the second round, just like he did with the first one.