Master Kuwajima
Masao was having a bad day.
Well, okay, he was exaggerating. His day was pretty much normal, it’s just that he felt like shit. This was probably due to the fact that he spent 2 goddamned weeks tracking a group of travelers, hoping for a tasty girl or two. But all that was in there were men and boys, who apparently were shipping their goods to a courting or something. He wanted to wait until they got to that place (hey, you don’t travel for weeks just for a girl unless they’re a real beauty), and then slaughter them all.
But one of those little boys kept fretting that someone was following them, pretty much ruined his plans. But he was bored at that point, and decided to have a little fun before eating (it’s called working up an appetite).
So, he showed himself. And then ate them all.
Hey, even if they weren’t girls, they were still a decent meal.
And then those two showed up!!!
Fine, shoot him for being an overconfident shit-headed idiot! But for god’s sake, one of them was a pretty girl! And she was super meaty! He hadn’t had a girl like that in God knows how long, with only travelers on this side of the mountain, rarely any beauties came by. He didn’t pay attention to that other boy, figuring he’d eat him later, what with the way he was standing there like a damn doll.
So even though she tried to cut off his head (ha!), he grabbed her and pushed her back.
Then when he was about to savor her, he was thrown into a tree!
He’d actually felt his spine getting crushed as he slowly regenerated. Turns out the weirdo vibes he got from them both was because the boy was a demon! What kinda demon dragged a meal around like that? Why not just eat her? Was she for baiting other snacks? It made absolutely no sense to him.
He didn’t even have time to think about it when that kid shoved him back to the tree again, with way more strength that he should’ve had! No way any demon who hasn't even consumed humans yet could kill him. So, he was probably just being a bitch and decided to humor them to eat the girl later.
And yet, for some reasons he couldn’t explain, he had a sort of primal fear over this particular demon. His pink-red eyes almost seemed to stir something deep within him, a chilling dread gripping him like a vise. It was as if he was remembering something that he wished desperately to forget.
Those eyes… Why am I thinking about that monster’s eyes?!
He didn’t even want to acknowledge that thought, so he threw him off.
And since they were being difficult, he activated his blood demon art.
After beating that stupid raging demon senseless, Masao realized that it wasn’t even that difficult to deal with. The damn thing was still running with only anger, but there was zero fuel to back it up. Without food, he’d either run out of energy or use his rage to find another meal. And since it had clearly pushed itself beyond its limits since the transformation, there was no way it could attack or hunt until it got a break.
So, he proceeded to toss him around and slap him with his tail until he looked like he was about to pass out. And once he couldn’t even lift itself off of the ground, he got ready to put it out of its misery (even if it was well deserved).
And guess what?
That damn girl tackled him off a cliff!!!
He was just about ready to curse the gods eternally, because goddamnit, he was sick of those kids interrupting his meals and pushing him off high death drops! The logical part of him told him to just drop her and eat her corpse later, but alas, he was pissed, and pissed people (cough, demons) usually do whatever they want, especially if they are hungry.
So being the pissed demon that he was, he decided to fly somewhere and find a cave to kill her. No interruptions. No sunlight. And most importantly, no angry demon trying to beat the shit outta him.
There was just one coherent flaw in his plan.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
She. WOULD. NOT. STOP. SCREAMING.
“AAAAAHHHHHH!!”
THE. WHOLE. FUCKING TIME!!
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!” Masao snapped at her after heroically enduring 5 minutes of her ear-splitting screams, made even worse by their proximity and the rough winds blowing around them. “BE QUIET! I can’t hear myself think over your shitty voice! So shut up and BE QUIET!”
For pure spite, he shook her from where he was coiling his tail under her arms, getting an even higher and more ear-shattering scream. She did lower her voice to a continuous whimper, but since humans always make unnecessary noise whenever they were afraid, he took that as a blessing.
“FINALLY.” He growled and tilted his body, simply for the joy of seeing the look of terror on her face as she dangled helplessly. “You do realize that I’m just gonna kill you anyway,” he mused, giving her a nasty look. “I mean, I get it, I’m about to kill you. But why the hell do you have to make so much noise? I’ll just kill you slowly,” he leered at her, savoring the look of disgust on her face, “You’re special, ya know? So Imma savor this.”
Her eyes stared back at him with a glassy shine, tears pooling (oh crap, he hoped she wouldn’t cry, it’s even more annoying than screaming). Her gaze flickered as she looked under with something (Fear? Surprise?), before she snapped up and stared above him as if nothing happened.
Well, that was weird.
“Hey, whatcha looking at?” he was about to look down when-
“T-The drop!” she wailed, gaining his attention and oh god no she’s about to- “P-Please don’t drop me! I-I don’t wanna die! WHAAAAAAA!!”
She started to scream and cry, dangling her legs and kicking them out, successfully bursting his eardrums and disorienting him. He flapped a couple times, nearly dropping both of them from the force of her wiggling in his grip.
Great. Now she was even harder to hold up.
And LOUDER. SO MUCH LOUDER.
“STOP IT! I GET IT, YOU DON’T WANNA DIE!!” Masao’s attempts at quieting her down only made the wails increased, making his ears felt like they were about to commit suicidal. “Is it too much that you’ll be quiet?! You’re the only meal that’s ever made this much noise!!”
His only answers were ear-shattering screeches.
Maybe I really should have stuck with those travelers. At least they’re not making my ears go to hell.
He was seriously considering just dropping her and shutting her up instead of eating.
He was about to give her a sizable piece of his mind when she opened her eyes and looked downwards. It pissed him off even more. He was talking to her! If she didn’t want to be killed, she should listen!
“What are you even looking at, bitch?” he glanced down ward, but all he could see was vast expanses of dark trees, nothing at all that could possibly be more interesting than him. He couldn’t see anything, and just as he was about to pummel her for ignoring him, he glimpsed something between the trees. Something that was following them?
Is it following us and keeping up with my speed?
What’s that thing??
He squinted, lowering himself down near the treetops. He could have sworn he saw a flash of flame-red, rapidly closing the gap between them. It was oddly familiar…
Too familiar…
Wait a minute.
There’s no way.
Masao did not get a chance to even react.
Because whatever’s been chasing him took advantage of his confusion and jumped up with insane speed and strength that at one point, he thought he was seeing a living fireball exploding from the trees.
There was no time to get away. The girl yelled something that was lost in his confusion, as pink-red eyes the color of watermelon zeroed in on him, roaring with claws and red hair and-
Oh.
OH.
Oh no.
“YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!”
That was all he got out before the demon kid tackled all 3 of them into the forest below.
Yep, Masao was having a bad day.
Nezuko has no idea what to expect when she sees her brother chasing her and the demon. She most definitely did not expect him to pounce on it like a cat and sent them all tumbling to the forest floor.
And yet, for the literally-billionth time since he’d turned into a demon did her brother surprise her.
Again.
(Nezuko tried not to think about what this means for his demonic state.)
Especially since all 3 of them were falling through the trees, having no idea where or how to land.
She jolted when she felt familiar hands grabbing her haori, directing her body so that they could cushion her fall. She couldn’t see, but the feeling of winds ripping through her hair was constant, whipping it up to a tangled mass that prevented her from actually seeing anything within a 3-step radius.
This abruptly ended as they crashed onto the ground violently, ripping through leaves and trees and rolling on the ground as they all came to an eventual stop. Nezuko groaned, her back feeling as if it was tossed off of a cliff (she belatedly remembered that it did get tossed off a cliff). She was still reeling from the sense of deja vu, panting and trying to breath without wheezing. This proves harder than it sounded.
Is this seriously what my life is gonna be like? Nezuko briefly wondered, dazed and sore from all the running and nearly dying that she did tonight. She tried to sit up, but her throat suddenly tasted metallic and she hurled, straight on the grass beside her.
I really hope that this is gonna be the last life-or-death situation I’ll get in for a while.
Of course, judging on her luck lately, Nezuko knew that this wasn’t ever going to be true. She had no idea how much more heart-shattering moments she could take after all that, so she was going to take it easy for a while.
When she was done puking, she lifted her head and surveyed their surroundings. She realized that she was alone in the dark, but in a less sinister area of trees. In fact, they seem to have gotten out of the forest and landed somewhere else entirely, even though Nezuko still had no idea where they were (she deems it to be better than the forest as nothing had attacked her while she puked).
She tried to rise and felt the bile rising in her throat, so she steadied herself against a tree, trying not to fall down with dizziness. That was when she realized something strange was in her palms. A pink petal?
Why would a petal be here?
Unless…
Nezuko sniffed the air, smelling a sweet, fruity scent that was intermingling with the breeze. She strained her eyes, now seeing that the tree bark was much smoother than those in the forest. They looked a tinted gray, and when she looked at the branches, she saw beautiful buds dotted with mature pink-to-orange blossoms, releasing the calming scent. And when she looked hard enough, she could see tiny little balls that were…
Her breath caught.
Peaches.
“No way.” She breathed, amazed. So they had found their way to the orchard!
This is a miracle!
We finally arrived!
It was almost ludicrous at how close they were. But even with barely any guidance, they’d found their way here!
Nezuko immediately looked for her brother to share the fantastic news, and that was when she noticed another key fact.
Tanjiro was missing.
Nezuko knew for sure that he was with her during the fall, as he was the one who’d cushioned her from dying of free fall. But she had zero idea of where he is now, as everything was blurred when she woke up and was vomiting. There was also nothing to suggest where he might have gone.
It was then that she finally realized the third, and unfortunately, most threatening fact.
Where’s that pin-wing demon?!
She got her answer when she heard a screech, and said demon appeared and flung itself at her.
Nezuko yelped and the demon looked up, hissing. Its eyes were dilated to the point where the pupils took over the whole eye, so now it looks like a pool of darkness. It has a lot more scars and leaves on its body and yukata, and both of its wings hang down at sickly twisted angles. The demon was shaking, an unhinged snarl on its lips (erm, fangs), whipping its tail furiously.
“Damn you…This is all your fault.” It hissed, the thin bones in its wings making a scraping sound as though they were being grated together. It stretched a bony claw towards her, making her recoil in fear. “If it weren’t for you and that demon… What is up with him? Why is he so-AAUGH!! NO NO NO NO NOOOO!!!”
The demon didn’t even get to finish its sentence as a large shadow loomed over it threateningly. Said shadow immediately ripped the demon off the girl and tossed it casually into a tree, with it shrieking the whole entire way. The tree gave way with a sickening CRUNCH, petals fluttering prettily everywhere.
The ominous shadow figure stood there, panting and waiting for the demon to come back. His clothes were torn, revealing bruises and scrapes that were almost healed up, the ragged patches of skin rapidly patching and joining together. But he must have heard/sensed Nezuko behind him, for he suddenly turned around and growled, a sound that made her blood turn cold.
“T-Tanjiro?”
For a split second, she could see the mountain again. White snow, fluffy clouds, her brother’s figure caked with blood, his slitted watermelon eyes glaring at her, a feral look in his form. The Tanjiro before her looked nothing like the one she’d known and loved.
It seemed as if whatever humanity was inside of him was sucked out, leaving this demon shell behind.
His form was exactly like the deadly, bloodthirsty demon she’d seen on the mountain.
They were locked into a staring match, his panting being the only thing she could hear, apart from her pounding heart. She felt herself automatically tensing up, ready to run, but a primal instinct told her that even if she ran (she had always beat him at racing), she would never outran him in this state of his.
If he decided to attack, there was no way she could escape.
Don’t think like that! Nezuko scolded herself. He’s still your big brother. He’s still Tanjiro.
But everything about him seemed to refute that.
Do I really want to take that chance?
Tanjiro made another deep sound, breathing hard. He opened and closed his fists, before opening his eyes, revealing them to be less slitted and a bit more human-like. His posture slowly relaxed, and his breathing slowed down slightly.
Nezuko relaxed as well. Slowly, she reached a trembling palm up to him, a tentative hope kindled within her heart. Seeing her brother attempting to control himself… It made her want to help.
“Brother, it’s okay. I’m here.”
Tanjiro stared at her outstretched hand. His eyes softened, and he raised his own bloody hand, reaching for her own. His hand reached hers and-
“FUCK YOU! DIE ALREADY, MOTHERFUCKERS!”
The pin-snake demon lunged at them both.
Tanjiro’s eyes snapped back to demon mode, black veins spider webbing.
What happened next was so fast she could barely follow it with her own eyes.
He twisted out of the way with blinding speed, and vanished. A look of surprise was frozen on the pin-snake demon’s face as its yukata was grabbed and thrown violently back. The demon’s body was slammed right in front of Tanjiro and it made a whimper of fear out of whatever face her brother was making at it.
“WAIT!” the demon cried, desperate. “I-”
Tanjiro roared. The scarf ripped at once.
Then he headbutted the demon.
Something warm was thrown against Nezuko. On instinct, she caught it, and the impact left her feet skidding on the ground before stopping by a tree. She blinked and looked up, seeing the expression of rage on his face in front of the demon’s bare neck with no head.
Wait, bare neck?
The demon was missing its head.
A spurt of blood erupted from its neck before the body gave way and crumpled. Nezuko stared blankly at the scene before slowly turning her head down to see the thing that she’d caught.
Long fangs dripping with a clear liquid hissed at her, pitch-black eyes gawking in disbelief. Its face changed into one of pure rage. “MY HEAD! THAT WEAKLING TOOK OFF MY HEAD! DAMN YOU ALL!”
Nezuko blinked.
She was holding the demon’s head.
It took her about 5 seconds to process this new development.
Oh…I’m holding…
The demon’s head…
…
…
Several pauses went by before Nezuko truly comprehended what she was doing.
WAIT.
I’M HOLDING THE DEMON’S HEAD!!!
So Nezuko did what any person with sufficient sanity would do in her position.
She shrieked, dropped the head like it was set on fire, and proceeded to drop-kick it as hard as she could.
The head screamed as it sailed magnificently into the night, the echo fading as it disappeared out of sight. It left a hole behind, tore clean through the foliage by the force of her kick.
Meanwhile, Nezuko was breathing hard, trying to quell the nausea and puke that threatened to make an encore. She refused to even think about what exactly that she just held in her palms earlier.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t you even dare to think about it Nezuko…
She blessed the gods when she was granted a sufficient distraction by Tanjiro bellowing.
Apparently, having its head kicked off didn’t do much damage, as the body was still quite alive.
And currently having a wrestling match with her brother.
The headless body, despite its injuries and badly broken wings, had managed to pin her brother down to the ground, but it was struggling to keep him there. Tanjiro wiggled violently, then raised his head and bit the shoulders, hard. The pain was enough for the body to let go for a moment, letting him spat out the flesh and leered at the demon.
Nezuko watched in horror as she saw him attack the body with punches, kicks, headbutts, bites, whatever he could do to the poor body as it struggled. He even bit at the limbs that tried to block the attacks he was pressing upon the body, slowing down and weakening. At long last, a critical punch directly to the chest brought it down, thumping on the ground while the wings gave way with a sickening snap.
But Tanjiro didn’t stop.
He kept going, pounding the body down as if he was just a puppet, driven by an insatiable bloodthirst and uncontrollable rage. It got to a point when blood was splattering everywhere whenever a strike hits its target, the sound of crunching bones and wet splashes of torn flesh.
“Tanjiro, stop it!” Nezuko yelled, finally breaking the spell of fear that made her freeze up. “I-It’s dead! You don’t have to-”
The demon whipped his head back, snarling at her with blood-spattered clothes. He bared his teeth at her, and Nezuko was struck with the feeling of seeing a beast interrupted during feeding time. Her body retreated from him as she took in his bulging veins and the voracious expression on his face.
He’s still your brother…He’s still your brother, Nezuko…
The beaten-up body gave another spasm and uppercutted Tanjiro, who responded with another roar and tried to hit it. But before he could even move, it flicked its tail expertly and tossed him straight to a tree. It twitched a couple times before staggering towards her brother, slowly but surely healing up.
Do something…Do something…
Nezuko tried to move her body, but immediately stopped and almost screamed. The pain from all the injuries and wounds from the last months had made themselves known just at this moment. All of her strength was already expended from trying not to die for the past few months, making her paralyzed and unable to move. Whatever miraculous adrenaline that had kept her going to help Tanjiro was gone, leaving her lying there helplessly as she saw the decapitated body advance towards Tanjiro.
DO SOMETHING! ANYTHING!
JUST MOVE, NEZUKO!
But it never reached him.
Because right before Nezuko could force herself to move, there was a soft snapping sound as the demon stepped between the bushes.
It was the sound of thin wires snapping.
And then a giant rock was flung at the body.
The tree on the right side of Tanjiro suddenly flung said rock towards said body, creating a sick crunch and effectively pinning it down. Then ropes from trees flopped it up and tangled up quickly, leaving only the tail as the rest of the body got tied up like a criminal. There were also extra ropes that created makeshift ties around its tail and wings, forcing it to stay still.
Was it…over?
Nezuko blinked, not sure whether she’d gone insane or her eyes was playing tricks on her.
Because…what the heck had just happened?!
There were traps around her the entire time?! Then how the heck did she not see them? There was no indication at all that they were there. In fact, she suspected that even if she viewed them in daylight, she'd never be able to spot them.
There was also another important fact with this new discovery.
Who set those traps?
She didn’t even have time to think when she heard a loud growl off to the side.
Tanjiro!
She snapped her head towards him, and saw that despite his conditions, he was trying to stand up. He swayed on his feet, his hair spilling out over his eyes. Blood and spit started to drip out of his lips as he stumbled towards his defeated opponent, his sickly pupils zeroing in on their target.
“W-Wait! Tanjiro, it’s okay!” Nezuko called out frantically to her brother, not even sure if he even knew she was there. Her pulse spiked up the moment she caught the thinnest sliver of light reflected by the wire, right next to him in plain sight. “Stop! Stop, wait-”
SNAP.
“TANJIRO! LOOK OUT!!”
A rock flew straight to him, just like what had happened earlier. Tanjiro, with insane speed that should not be possible for his current state, dodged it. But the sound of wires snapping had him in another predicament : new ropes entangled him hopelessly, and the more he struggled, the more stuck he became. He snarled, apparently still very much awake and extremely pissed.
“Hold on!” she yelled to her brother, desperately looking for a way to cut the ropes down without hurting him “I’ll get you down, Tanjiro!”
Tanjiro continued to screech in his new bindings, evidently displeased and lost in whatever kind of rage that had him at the start of this whole ordeal (not that she could blame him). He was trying to wrench his arms and legs free, and when that only made it worse, he snapped at it with his teeth, trying whatever he could to get out. It didn’t help that he kept entangling himself by struggling, which only made it so bad that he had to be cut down.
Still, he didn’t even care, snapping at the ropes and trying to rip them out of sheer strength, spit flying everywhere.
“What am I gonna do?” Nezuko breathed, trying to think of a way to get him down and free him. Her mind was (unhelpfully) drawing a complete blank.
Think, Nezuko. THINK!
There must be a way to get him down.
Come on Nezuko.
Be USEFUL!
“Give him some time.”
…
Wait…what?!
Nezuko saw something out of the corner of her eye, and almost screamed when she noticed that it was a super short old man (he barely reached her waist). He had weird puffy hair that looked like a broom, with extremely bushy eyebrows (and she’d seen a lot of bushy eyebrows), paired up with an equally untamed mustache. He had a pronged scar that reached from his cheeks to his right eye, forming a crescent of sorts. He was also wearing a jinbei kimono, and the faint moonlight let Nezuko see its yellowish-brown coloring and triangle pattern.
Nezuko wasn’t sure when exactly did he arrive, as she was still reeling from sheer shock, praying to whoever might be listening that she wouldn’t pass out (again for too many times this month). She still had no earthly idea how he’d sneak up upon her and get under her detection skills.
Tanjiro shrieked, and Nezuko wrenched her attention to him, pained. She couldn’t bear seeing her brother like this, and the ropes that were slowly tightening in on his neck was especially worrisome. So she stepped out, about to cut him loose, when something knocked her legs, hard. She almost fell over and saw that it was a cane, which said old man was holding.
“I said give him some time.” the old man said gruffly. “He’ll soon tire himself out anyway. Don’t let him do something you’ll both regret.”
“B-But..” Nezuko tried reasoning with him. She still wasn’t sure if she could trust him or not (she’d heard enough stories from rape victims in the village).
“I said give. Him. Some. Time.” the old man repeated, exasperated. He was eyeing Tanjiro up and down, which reminded Nezuko of someone inspecting a piece of butcher meat. “Like I said, you don’t want him to do something you’ll both regret later on. Trust me.”
Nezuko was about to protest further, but something about the old man reminded her of what little instructions Kaigaku gave her.
“There’s a peach orchard where an old man named Jigoro Kuwajima lives… He may consider teaching you something.”
“W-Wait.” Nezuko rasped, not sure if her voice was working due to screaming and crying so much. “You’re Jigoro Kuwajima, aren’t you?”
The old man grunted and lowered his cane, acknowledging. “And you’re that girl who Kaigaku ran into, unless there’s another one who’s running around with her demonic brother claiming he won’t hurt anyone.”
Nezuko noticed that he kept a close watch on her brother, making her practically feel the weight of the implied accusations and scolding. The very idea that he didn’t even deemed this worthy to speak of made her hunch over.
“I guess we’re terrible at first impressions, aren’t we?” Nezuko muttered sarcastically to herself, pissed beyond her limits yet too exhausted to even retort. Then the old man laughed, a booming thunder-like sound that reverberated around the orchard, making her flinch.
“Well, you’re a long way from me respecting you.” the old man cackled, sounding like he was near death. “But you’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. So, I guess we’ll see.” And with that, he trotted into the orchard, leaving Nezuko to stumble behind him.
As it turns out, they didn’t have to wait for long.
Even though it felt like an eternity, she was pretty sure it was 15 to 30 minutes. Her veins were running with rage and adrenaline, seeing her brother strung helplessly and trying to get out. It wasn’t his fault.
She just wanted to help him.
All night she hadn’t been able to fight at all. It was Tanjiro who dealt with the demon while she stood on the sidelines, too terrified to even react. How useless was she? Tanjiro had saved her, and she hadn’t been able to even land a hit on the demon. Her fists clenched.
She hated being useless.
“There we go.”
Nezuko lifted her head, and saw that Tanjiro had stopped roaring. Upon inspection, he was going more lax against his bindings and let himself hang there. He’d stopped trying to bite or yank his restraint, instead settling in with a tamed manner. Mr. Kuwajima’s face relaxed slightly upon seeing him calm down.
“He should be good now.” Kuwajima spoke, drawing his cane and bringing it down towards the trees. Nezuko could hear the snap of the wires, and Tanjiro tumbled down soon after.
“Tanjiro! Are you okay?!” Nezuko yelled, rushing over to him. “Wait, that’s a stupid question. Of COURSE you’re not fine! You were tossed around and beaten!”
Her brother groaned and shifted his face. Nezuko was very relieved to see that his eyes were back to their normal state, and the black veins had disappeared. He made a couple raspy sounds and frowned when he noticed that the scarf had been undone, looking at where it lay in a tattered bundle of wet wool.
“It’s okay, see?” Nezuko told him, bundling the scarf back on for him, patting him reassuringly. “Good as new.” Once his mouth was covered again, his body relaxed and he looked at her happily.
He hummed gently as she patted his head, as one would treat a demonic brother who beat up a pin-wing demon and transformed into a toddler afterwards. He peered down his clothing and saw the blood splatters, to which he immediately panicked. Nezuko was quick to reassure him that he did not, in fact, harm anyone.
“See, Tanjiro?” she told him gently. “I’m fine, thanks to you! You protected me and killed the demon.” He seemed satisfied, and pumped his arms up and down. “Umpf! Umpf!” She felt a bit of solace upon seeing him like this, then remembered how she’d said her sentence, making her frown.
Is it alright for me to go on?
Nezuko had been useless. She couldn’t do anything during the fight. She froze up and allowed him to be injured. What kind of sister was she?
Can I protect him?
Can I even do anything?
Noticing her gloom, Tanjiro reached up to her, patting her back. Nezuko smiled, reassured somewhat. He was truly a mother hen, making her feel much better even when his injuries were worse than hers. He rubbed her head against his, letting her feel comforted for the first time in days.
“Ahem.”
Nezuko squeaked embarrassingly, and turned around. She’d actually forgotten about Mr. Kuwajima! But he gave no signs that he was mad or happy, just interested as he scrutinized her brother holding her hand. Finally, he sighed and spoke.
“I don’t want to interrupt,” He began. “ But we have matters to attend to, so I’d appreciate it if you guys follow me.” With that, he began to walk to the direction of the hole in the foliage (where she’d kicked the demon’s head), waving his cane for them to follow.
Nezuko was not sure whether they should trust him, but hey, they’re already at their destination. Now all they actually had to do was convince him so he could teach her. The thought somehow made her feel queasy.
I guess all we have to do is trust him?
They had achieved their first task. Now it was up to her to make the next move.
It’s not like we have any other options…
“Oi, you two coming or what? We don’t have time!!”
“S-Sorry! We’re coming!” Nezuko stood up abruptly (she almost fell down from dizziness), carrying a tiny Tanjiro with her. At this point, there was only one thought circulating in her head.
I hope I’m making the right choice, trusting him.
Please don’t let this be a mistake…
With that, she took her brother’s hand and followed the old man deep into the night.