ᴠɪ·ʀᴀ·ɢᴏ
/ᴠƏˈʀÄꞬŌ/
ɴᴏᴜɴ
ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ, ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴡᴀʀʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ; ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱᴛʀᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴇxᴇᴍᴘʟᴀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴏɪᴄ Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ.
The Demon Slayer Corps,
An organization unrecognized by the goverment.
An organization, in which people are payed to kill the vile be...
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Previously..
"Bring me the demon slayer, who wears the hanafuda-like earrings and the girl with [H/C] hair and [E/C] eyes." Muzan demanded. "Understood?" He said as he turned his head to the side slightly and glared at them.
"As you wish, your wish is our command." The two said simultaneously and then vanished.
Continuing On..
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"Now, listen to me. Here's the deal.."
"My point is this, okay? It's not about the money! What I can't forgive is your lack of intent to eat my udon, all right?!" The food seller yelled at Tanjiro, irritated.
What cause this? Well, when [F/N] bought the udon from the food seller, she gave it to Tanjiro. But, instead of eating it, the boy accidentally dropped it to the floor in the spur of the moment caused by his horrified state earlier, causing all the ingredients to go to waste.
"I'm so sorry, please serve me another bowl!" Tanjiro apologized, nervously bowing over and over again.
"So, you're gonna eat it?" The food seller eyed him suspiciously.
"Yes!"
The udon maker questioned him again, still not convinced, "You're definitely gonna eat it?"