Far From The Fame | A Demon Slayer OC Story

Echoes Of The Past

Hello there, everyone!

I'm starting to get the hang of this! Written is good again!

Let's just enjoy while it lasts!

I hope you like this one, and I'll see you in the next one!

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Without losing a second of time, the first light of the next morning began the hunter's training

Running a marathon around the entire headquarters, not stopping his total concentration, not even for the blink of an eye. One thousand laps, ordered Rengoku. He watched the hunter struggling to reach fifty without almost fainting from exhaustion and pain alike. But with his signature enthusiasm, he was also there to be supportive and help in any way he could.

"Come on, Ulrich!" He yelled. "I've seen rookies doing better!"

Ulrich couldn't even stop to properly reply to the taunt. A second of lost focus meant losing his structure completely.

"What unbelievable pain, my lungs and ears feel like they're about to bust!" He thought. "Is this what separates the Hashira from a regular demon slayer? It's outrageous!"

Even with his fitness in check from years of nonstop fight, even him was pushed beyond his limits. But that was exactly what was needed in order to reach the ultimate level of demon slaying.

The first few days and nights were all about building up his fitness and stamina, getting his body used to the different breathing form. In order for it to grow used to that form, it needed to literally shred itself apart, to be destroyed and built back up anew.

Keeping his total concentration breathing for every second meant every second was pure agony, but as the days passed and the pain lowered, the body and mind that once could barely achieve fifty laps without completely breaking apart, slowly built itself up gradually. Stronger, faster. One hundred, one hundred and fifty, two hundred... all the way up to a thousand.

Between training sessions and the occasional summon for a demon slaying mission on the side, Ulrich found a minute to breathe freely and find his colleges to keep the promise made.

He found Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu still recovering in the Butterfly Mansion, where they met a few new friends themselves. Girls under the tutelage of Lady Shinobu trained in the art of healing, who helped them in their recovery.

"Hello, again!" Ulrich entered the mansion where the three, already looking much better, had already begun their recovery training.

"It's Mr. Ulrich!" Pointed out Tanjiro.

"It's Elderich!" Yelled Inosuke.

"He's looking rough!" Noticed Zenitsu.

Dark circles around his tired eyes, skinny, looking a little dehydrated. The three ran to meet their senior, happy to see he had already started his progress again.

"You're here to join us?" Tanjiro questioned, noticing his appearance.

"He's here to teach us something new!" Inosuke was eager to learn.

"Not exactly. I'm here to see how you three were doing. And by the looks of it, you're already full of energy." Ulrich looked around to see the girl he faced in the forest, the one he saved Nezuko from.

"Kanao and Aoi here are helping us with our recovery!" Tanjiro explained.

"Kanao was her name then." Thought Ulrich. "Glad to meet you!"