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..
And just like so many other people, she needed that medal to show her worth - to show to other people that she indeed did her best, even though it may not be enough.
On that night, Tanjiro saw a sadly new side of [F/N] that he didn't know she had.
That the [H/C] haired girl wished he never did saw.
Continuing On..
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On a particular morning after the following day, a certain dainty demon had just crawled out of her box, her eyes half-lidded in somnolence as she carefully stepped out of the box, cautious to not let any sunlight brush upon her skin.
She then stood up, whipping her head left and right to find her brother or his [H/C] haired companion, yet she could not see any familiar face - which was odd, as she expected either of the two would be there.
Suddenly, a voice boomed,
"Nezuko-chan!"
Nezuko blinked in surprise, tilting her head towards the blond who had just appeared before her.