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..
"Although, I believe there is one more slot left." This statement made the Hashiras' eyes widened.
"Rengoku, I'm trusting [Y/N] [L/N] in your care. HitoshiAkamori's sister, your Tsugoko."
"My children, I look forward to success."
Continuing On..
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"NOOOOOOO!"
It was only morning, and the sun hadn't fully risen yet. But here was Zenitsu, screeching his lungs out. His screams could be heard echoing through the hallways of the mansion.
"I CAN'T POSSIBLY TAKE ANY MORE!" He whined, trembling in fear as sweat dripped down his forehead.
Aoi sighed, putting her hands on her hip. "We go through this every single day!" She scolded. "You're the most severely injured after [F/N]-san! Take your medicine this second! If she has no problem, then neither should you! Seriously?" She sighed, massaging her temple in frustration.