Zenitsu x Reader

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My father used to be a former hirashi. A wind demon slayer. I've always wanted to take his role as the new hirashi wind demon slayer to carry on our family name. But I wasn't strong enough to learn all of the 8 Breath of Wind Style. Sooner or later my father passed away for 2 reasons....

1. Sickness

2.Demon.

Mother was in distraught.

"No one is here to protect us..." she whispered.

I sneaked into fathers room and saw his katana sitting on a display. Seeing the katana made me feel calm and happy, causing me to smile and kneel in front of the katana and start praying.

Father always knew that I would want to someday want to become a demon slayer. So he said with these specific words.

Flashback
"Y/n once you have the role of a demon slayer you can utilize my katana." Father said while smiling brightly at me.

"But isn't this katana important to you?"

"Yes, but you know how sick papa is... I don't even enough strength to hold it again and use my wind breathing forms anymore, and the only person I can trust with my katana is you Y/n" he looked at me in despair saying the first part of his sentence but then smiled when he mentioned giving the katana to me.

"B-but you know I haven't had enough training to have learned all the forms rights?"

"That's why child... you keep pushing and pushing towards your goal until you make it. Sure it'll take a while but the only important thing is that... you are able to accomplish that goal of yours."

I nodded and stood up confident. "I promise you one day I'll become as strong as you and become one of the hirashi!"

Father giggled and patted my head twice. "That's my girl."

Flashback End

That memory was somewhat good and bad... after that day, during night he had been killed by a demon trying to protect us.

Every time I think about it makes me even more scared about being eaten by a demon...

Flashback (again)

"RUN GET OUT OF HERE!" Father yelled at my mother and I standing in fear.

"But papa your sick!"

"It's okay I can handle this demon!"

I started squirming around trying to get out of mothers grip to help father.

"Let me help you! Your sick! Your going to kill yourself if you exhaust yourself too much!"

"Y/n... watch and learn... this might be the last lesson I teach you so listen carefully!" father smirked at the demon causing me to widened my eyes at those words.

"First, whenever your fighting someone that is stronger then you... it's okay to feel scared, run away, and cry about it. But never give up on the battle. Second, when the opponent has too much power, first find its weak point and attack them with your best shot!"

All was heard was fathers sword clanging with the demons weapons.

Father had gotten in one of the stances for the wind forms.