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tanjirou-no-au · 1 year

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Upper Moon Hashira

Michikatsu Tsugikuni-Moon Pillar

To everyone else, Michikatsu is the ever stalwart Moon Hashira, the strongest Demon Slayer in the corp, possibly the greatest slayer in generations. If you’d ask him, he’d say you got the wrong brother.

Scion of the illustrious Tsugikuni clan, originators of the Moon Breathing style, Michikatsu grew up in the shadow of his younger twin Yoriichi, and despite his brother’s encouragement, had resigned himself to becoming Yoriichi’s Tsuguko.

Then Final Selection came, an event Michikatsu mostly missed on thanks to an injury on the first day. Yoriichi would continue on alone, slaying every demon he came across and ensuring all of that year’s candidates survived...except for him.

Given everything he ever wanted at the mere cost of his brother, Michikatsu fell into a depressive melancholy he’s never truly emerged from. Despite this, he’s stayed steadfast in his mission, hoping to one day become a shadow of the man his brother would have been had he survived.

Nakime Otokawa-Sound Pillar

Rumours abound of the Sound Pillar’s origin. Some say she’s a kunoichi who escaped under the cover of night after poisoning her clan head. Others say she was street musician, kept captive by a demon to serve as their private musician, only for her to beat them to death with a wisteria rosined shamisen. Others still say she’s a goddess, a kami put on earth to put a long overdue end to the King of Demons.

Only Nakime knows the truth of these matters, though the last story is probably pure fiction. Probably. In any case, Nakime knows the value of a good rumour, acting as the Corps’ unofficial spymaster, gathering intelligence and helping coordinate the Kasugai Crows to assemble reports on their demonic targets.

Outwardly stoic but always plucking out a pretty tune on the nearest musical instrument, her Sound Breathing lulls her foes into a sense of calm before launching into a frenzied crescendo of attacks.

A surprisingly relaxed and friendly woman once you get to know her, dedicated to preventing tragedy, and having the right music to accompany such victories.

Managi Hajime-Water Pillar

Managi had always been an outcast amongst the Swordsmith Village, a “child of water amongst of children of fire,” to quote the elders. He was a craftsman, yes, but his talents favoured pottery over metalworking, and his own fascination with swords seemed less about making them and more about swinging them around.

A chance meeting and persistent pestering of a retired Water Pillar would see him exposed to the world beyond his little village, and Managi embraced it aplomb. New trends, new art styles and new forms of expression all awaited him, from hair dye to painted nails to the flowing movements of Water Breathing.

Though admittedly more than a little vain, the Water Hashira is nothing if not dedicated to his mission, his Swordsmith upbringing and his own perfectionist streak turning him into an utterly thorough Slayer, who will see that both the demon is slain, and any victims cared for in the aftermath.

Douma-Snow Pillar

Born into a cult ruled over by a Demon, Douma’s eyes brought him to the attention of its benefactor and his promotion to messiah. He grew up a kind if...odd boy, one who genuinely desired to help his supplicants. It helped that one, a runaway bride named Kotoha, was actually quite pretty. But alas...nothing good lasts in this world

The cult eventually attracted attention from the Corps, and one botched investigation later, Douma stumbled upon his benefactor, devouring the remains of a Demon Slayer and his beloved Kotoha, with Inosuke nowhere to be seen.

In that moment, something within Douma broke, and he promptly picked up the fallen slayer’s sword, slew the demon with a strength he didn’t know he possessed, disbanded his cult and made his way to the Demon Slayers, all without dropping the small smile on his face.

Douma has proven an incredible Slayer, combining Water & Wind Breathing into Snow Breathing, a flowing, dual bladed style that rips his opponents apart with the ferocity of the arctic winds. But since that that fateful day, he has never again felt the glimmer of genuine emotion.

Perhaps it’s for the best. Emotions are fickle things...liable to get people killed.

Hakuji Soyoma-Firework Pillar

The swordsman Hakuji humiliated did not resort to poison, instead striking a deal with a crimson eyed stranger. Hakuji himself returned not to find loved ones killed by poison, but a dead teacher and a demon, glutted on the bodies of his fellow swordsmen, looming over his beloved Koyuki.

Common wisdom states that Demons cannot be killed without the sun, wisteria, or decapitation by a Nichirin blade. Hakuji paid no attention to the common wisdom, ripping the demon apart with his bare hans, again and again until dawn rose, accompanied by the Demon Slayers.

When he awoke from his injuries to the Oyakata at his bedside, Hakuji reluctantly agreed to lend his prodigious strength to the corp. Once again paying no attention to the common wisdom, he did not take up a Nichirin sword, instead commissioning clawed gauntlets, boots, and spiked joint protectors made of the sun imbued steel.

His Firework Breathing is an invention of his own design, combining the powerful strikes of Flame Breathing with his own Soryu style martial arts, also incorporating more flowing motions to better redirect the force of Demon strikes.

Yuuji & Ume Shabana-Poison & Ribbon Pillars

Children of the gutter, the Shabana siblings’ disparate appearances and abrasive personalities won them few favours, and following a spate of disappearances, resulted in accusations of murder and cannibalism. It was only the intervention of Douma, in the area to kill the real demon, that saved them.

Indebted, they both joined the Corps, intent on repaying his kindness. But Yuuji found that a life of malnutrition left him unable to cut through the bone of demons. He would compensate with a pair of poison laced sickles, modifying Wind Breathing into his his own personal Poison Breathing.

And as a side effect of his research into poison, Yuuji has fallen into an unexpected (though hardly unwelcome!) position as a medic amongst the Corps.

But what her brother lacks in strength, Ume seems to make for, taking to her chosen Flower Breathing like a fish to water and modifying it even further, wielding a flexible whip like sword in concert with her personal ‘Ribbon Breathing’.

She has become a cheerleader among the Corps, encouraging camaraderie between her fellow Hashira and the lower ranked Slayers. Though admittedly, she is a bit of a gossip.

Kaigaku Inadama-Storm Pillar

For most of his life, Kaigaku has run from responsibility. From consequences. From what most would call ‘the right path,’. Outwardly, he might call it survival, but even he knows he’s a coward.

And no event haunts him more than the night he extinguished the wisteria incense that guarded his home temple, trading his own survival for the lives of those within.

Perhaps that is why he fights so harshly, so fiercely, an oncoming storm intent on cutting down every Demon in his path. He refuses to be a coward again, refuses to turn his back on evil and those in need of his protection. His scars are evidence of that.

Beginning his career as a Thunder Breather, he was forced to adapt as he proved unable to perform it’s primary technique. Instead he borrowed aspects of Water Breathing and others of Wind Breathing to embody the ferocity of a raging storm.

Zohakuten Hantengu-Emotion Pillar

The youngest son of avaricious minor crime lord, Zohakuten was the runt of his many brothers, mocked for his small size. Though their mocking might have saved him, driving him away the night a Demon fell upon their family.

Attacked upon his return, the young boy flew into a blind rage that saw him defeat the Demon and leave it unable to move as the sun rose. Later found wandering in a daze by a Demon Slayer investigating the attack, he was promptly taken into the custody of the corps.

Greedy, twitchy, and prone to mood swings, no one would’ve expected the boy to survive Final Selection, much less become a Pillar. But become a Pillar he did, defeating a Lower Moon within two months of the beginning of his career.

Though nominally a Flame Breath user, ‘Zo’ has begun incorporating the techniques and philosophies of other Breathing Styles into his repertoire, stitching together a hodge podge Style that Hashira Tsugikuni seems to recognize from family records...

Taisho Secrets

Nakime is the only Hashira who Michikatsu talks to without the process being like pulling teeth. Some of the Kakushi have even heard Shamisen and flute music coming from their manors on some nights...

Managi gives a pot to every person he’s managed to save from a Demon.

Contrary to popular belief, Hakuji doesn’t despise Douma. He’s brusque with everyone, and though the Snow Pillar unsettles him, he kinda feels sorry for the man.

And likewise, it’s rumoured that Douma’s friendliness towards Hakuji is a front for well hidden resentment, jealousy over being able to save his lover when Douma couldn’t.

Kaigaku has a bit of a soft spot for Zo. He sees a lot of himself in the boy, and wants to help him grow as a person.

Likewise, Michikatsu is fond of the Shabana siblings. He sees a bit of Yoriichi in Ume and sees Yuuji as a better brother than he ever was.

The Kasugai crows love all love Nakime, as she gives them snacks and sings them songs, and they’re all jealous of her personal crow.

Kanzaburou is Michikatsu’s crow here, and the only person besides Nakime he really talks to.

#KNY #KNY AU #KNY Roleswap AU #Twelve Kizuki #Upper Moons #Tsugikuni Michikatsu #Kokushibo #Douma #Hakuji #Akaza #Nakime #Gyokko #Hantengu #Inadama Kaigaku #Gyuutaro #Daki

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jase-is-ace · 1 year

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Meeting

Some pages are read from right to left please!

just a lil comic for a swap au thingy

#Kny #kny oc #kny roleswap au #demon slayer #demon slayer oc #demon slayer roleswap #swap!nezuko #swap!tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #nezuko kamado #kamado tanjiro #kamado nezuko #Penma Ubuyashiki #jase doodles #kny tanjirou #nezuko

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krikidilly · 10 months

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Testing out my new pens by drawing my roleswap au Enmu! Squashes him like bug

#lil weirdo.. hes less of a freak here and the group end up relying on him here and theyre when they need to recover from battle #kny roleswap au #gyume mc au #enmu #enmu tamio #kny #my art

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kny-stardust · 9 months

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Chapter 12 — Long Awaited Ending

Word Count: 3541

Summary: With your heart back to its rightful place, you found the strength needed to fight and decapitate your first and greatest enemy yet. A decade long tragedy is put to rest thanks to your sword. Now, all that there's to do left is to return home and end a week-long, and a two-year-long, pain and worry.

“Hey, Karaku.” You called him before he left.

He turned to you, making a sound of surprise. It was already late, so you would usually run to Mr. Hantengu's home to spend the little time you still had before bed with your siblings. So, you staying and calling out for him specifically was something new, but he still turned and walked up to you, with his usual relaxed pose.

“Yes, (Y/N). What is it?” He asked casually, but he couldn't understand why you were looking at the floor

“Is it really okay what you said earlier? For me to not harbor negative feelings for the other demons?” You asked him with a low voice. “I mean, I don't like them, but even as killers, I don't feel in my heart any anger or hatred for them. The only exception is the one who attacked my family, but-” You try to continue, but you can't, not after he places his hand over your head and pats it.

“Urogi already said it, didn't he? You're not the violent type, and I can tell you aren't the kind of person who wishes bad for others either, even if they are your enemies.” He said calmly at you.

“But, is it really okay for me to be like this?” You ask him, still feeling unsure.

“Of course it is! After all, that's just who you are! Being anything other than that will actually make you weak!” He said, laughing a bit, leaving you to stare at him in disbelief. “Look. Everyone of us has our temper. I'm the most chill one while Sekido is the hot head one and Urogi is the ‘craziest bitch you will ever meet’ one. It's our nature and that's reflected in which part pf the old man's breathing we learned and use the best. Yours just happens to be different from ours, that's never ‘I don't give two fucks about them’ nor ‘hey, killing them is cool’!” He said, laughing at himself. “You're caring. That's just how you are and you don't need to be nothing different from that. Just be yourself and you'll be at your strongest, okay?”

“Okay! Thanks, Karaku.” You tell him, bowing in gratitude.

“Don't mention it, babe. Just do your best, and you'll be set for life.” He answers.

That memory had played on your mind as you fought (W/N), Karaku's words stuck in your mind. Although you were still angry at her for what she did to them, her very children, blood of her blood, you couldn't hold on to those feelings for long.

Was it really her choice, to become a demon? Or was she turned like it happened to Tanjiro and Nezuko? Was this her true self, or a twisted version of her, thorough the transformation into a demon? Did the solitude and betrayal she experienced play a role on it or this was just her coping mechanism to survive?

Those questions calmed you down by the time you were prepared for the last blow. Your anger wasn't what was driving you any longer. It was your pity.

And then, it was over. You cut her head off and stepped to the side as her body passed by your side, falling limp to the ground. You hear her growling and mumbling something as you put your blade back. You turn to her, looking her in the eyes, making her stop whatever she was saying before. You stared at each other before you make your way to her, kneeling in front of you.

“What is it!? Haven't you humiliated me en-” You don't let her finish, picking her fading head and pulling it into a hug. She stops, not saying anything for a short while, which you take as a chance to open your heart.

“Auntie. No one holds any grudge for you. Not me nor anyone in your family.” You tell her, making her gasp. “I met uncle and your children. I talked to them for long enough to know how they are, how they feel, and I can be sure that they don't resent you. Not one bit.”

“...lies.” She says, half of her head gone. “There's no way they don't resent me... I killed my children... his children... their brothers... There's no way they don't resent me at all...”

“They don't. I'm sure of it.” You tell her. “Because they never spoke ill of you, even when they got countless chances of doing so. Because they didn't kill you, even though I sure they were highly capable of.” You pat her hair-like feathers. “They still love you, and they still miss you to this day.”

“...little one...” She calls you, almost disappearing. “...do you think... they'll ever forgive me... after all I've done...?”

“I don't think. I know so. They'll forgive you.” You let go of the hug holding her head on the same level as your eyes. “So go back to them, your dear ones. They're waiting for you.”

She doesn't say anything back, just letting one single tear fall from her eye onto your haori before she fades away forever. You stay there for a moment, looking at your hands, where even her ashes are fading away as seconds pass. You look back to where her body was, where there was just a mostly ripped kimono laying motionlessly on the dirt. You walk up to it, picking it up and starting to fold it, until something falls to the ground, getting your attention.

It was something round, and heavy, made of a metal, with a thin peeling layer of gold. In the front, you read: “To my beloved (W/N)”. You examine it for a bit, hearing something moving inside. You get shocked when you press something on top and it opens, revealing a clock inside of it. It was a pocket watch. You never saw one, since your family didn’t have enough money to spend in something like that, but you heard others from the village talking about something like this. You touch it to examine it, when you notice something in the back of the cover.

It was a photo, in black and white, with familiar people there. There was a man extremely familiar and a woman by his side, both in traditional clothing. In her arms, there was a wrapped blanket with a small face barely visible. Around them, was four children in the order from the tallest to the shortest. It was your uncle’s family, when Mr. Aizetsu and his brothers were young.

You smile gently at the photo, closing the photo and putting it away, before finishing folding the kimono, burying it and placing a couple of stones on top of it. You do the same to the boy that was killed before you arrived. You don’t see the other one, the one you helped. Maybe he left while you were unconscious?

You sigh, leaving the place. You could only hope for the best for him.

The rest of the week passed in a blur to you. After your battle against (W/N), you didn’t find too much trouble for the remaining of the selection. You stayed up all those nights and barely slept during the day, close to a couple wisteria trees that you found in the mountain. Even then, it wasn’t safe, as you woke up to a oni trying to drag you away from the tree to attack you. Thankfully, your training and years of taking care of your father made you wake up immediately and you slayed the demon.

Other than those two cases, you couldn’t remember any other encounter with any other demon as you lazily made your way back to the foot of the mountain on the dawn of the seventh day. You were tired, but what remained of adrenaline in your veins kept you awake.

You soon arrive at the foot of the mountain, in the same clearing where you started your test. There were four people there already. You recognized the woman who ordered the beginning of the selection, the fading hair boy and the young one too. The last one was…

“(Y/N)!” Ume cried out loud as she ran to your side. “Are you okay? By the gods, you’re bleeding! Does your head hurt? Wait, I have something here to help!” She said all at the same time as she began to search through her bag.

“Ume.” You call her, smiling softly at her . “It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt. I stopped bleeding on the first day. I’m okay.”

“You sure?” She asked, looking back to you.

You nod at her, still smiling. Despite that, she still helped you. Her worry lifted a part of your tiredness and made the rest feel like it was all worth it.

“It seems that everyone is here.” The woman said once the two of you joined the group. “First of all, welcome back and congratulations. I’m glad you made it back safe and sound.”

You can’t help but look around. There were really only the four of you? You remember seeing over twenty people there, but they were all gone. The boy you helped on the first day also wasn’t there. Did he… die? You couldn’t help the sadness creeping into your heart. You didn’t know him, but as someone you helped, you hoped that he would have lived longer.

“So… what happens now?” You hear the youngest of your group ask the woman.

“Gosh. What’s the rush? Can’t you wait for her to explain?” The other boy, the one with the fading hair, asked, seemingly annoyed.

“Yoshino.” The woman calls him out, making him stiff. “Behave.”

“Yes, lady Tamayo.” The boy, Yoshino, replies, his head laying low.

“Well, let us continue.” The woman, Tamayo, said. “You must first pay for the cost of the uniform. Next, you’ll have your body measured and have your rank engraved. There are ten ranks. Mizunoto, Mizunoe, Kanoto, Kanoe, Tsuchinoto, Tsuchinoe, Hinoto, Hinoe, Kinoto and Kinoe. As new slayers, you’re at the lowest level, as Mizunoto.”

“Ms. Tamayo.” Ume asked, raising her hand. “My master said that we would get a weapon of our own. Is it true?”

“Yes. Today, you’ll chose a chunk of Tamahagane alloy, from which your blade will be made of. It should be completed within 10 to 15 days. And, also...” She stopped, blowing a whistle. You looked at her confused before you heard a loud sound coming from the sky. Looking up, you saw a group of crows coming down, one landing on the shoulders of each one of you. “A Kasugai crow will be following you from now on. They are trained and used primarily for communication.”

You look at your crow. Yours was different from the others, as their feathers was white with a black beak. You look at one another, and you slowly reach out to caress them, which they accept, rubbing their head against your cheek.

“Awww! Yours is so cute, (Y/N)!” You hear Ume saying, approaching with her own crow. “Don’t you think so, Kurohime?” She asked, turning to her crow.

“You finally decided to leave home, Shiro?” Kurohime talked, surprising you.

“It-It talked!” You exclaimed surprised.

“Of course they do. How else would we communicate, silly?” She asked you, giggling.

“I… I see.” You actually didn’t, since you didn’t expect that at all. “So… Your name is Shiro?” You asked your crow, who ‘nodded’, but said nothing.

“You can rename them. They are usually named when young, but you can suggest a new name, and if they like it, they stick with it.” Ume says, looking at you expectant.

You turn to your crow, who is looking at you intensely, as if waiting for you to suggest a new name. You stop to think about it, but you were never actually good in naming pets. But then, a name comes to your mind.

“Huh… (C/N)…?” You say it, slowly, worrying if it would sound bad.

“What? (C/N)? Really?” Ume made a pout face, as if she was let down.

“(C/N)… I like it…” Your crow says, surprising you all. “Then, my name shall be (C/N) from now own… Good to see you again… (Y/N)…”

Good to see you again? What did they mean?

“Are you done introducing each other?” Tamayo asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. “If so, please go over there, and choose the alloy that will be used to create your blade. The very same blade that will be used to destroy demons and protect yourself. You must choose it yourselves.”

The four of you walk up the table indicated by Tamayo, where there were a couple of ores on top of it. She didn’t say nothing, and just watched all of you. You can’t help but feel anxious. You never saw an ore before. The closest thing to that was the charcoal you sold at the village.

“How are we supposed to choose?” Ume asks under her breath.

“I have no clue…” The little boy asks.

You turn back to the ore and tries reaching out to one. Your hand hangs over one for a second before you touch it. A shock runs all over your body, making you jump slightly. You don’t know what happened to you, or what made you react that way. You tried taking the ore again, getting no reaction this time, and turned to Tamayo.

“I choose this one...” You tell her.

After you left the Mount Fujisakane, you made your way back to Mount Sagiri. You made the same way back, but a whole week of build-up stress, prolonged fights, poor sleep and eating was certainly taking its tool on you when the adrenaline ran out. You had picked up a wood staff to keep yourself up as you slowly made your way back to the place. The sun was hot, burning your skin, leaving you thirsty and sweating heavily. Your vision was becoming blurred and darkening on the corners as you continued your path.

The only thing that kept you going was returning to your family, to your uncle, to the place you began to call home. You wanted to calm your siblings, who should be worried about your absence, and comfort Rokuta, who should be calling out your name at this point. You wanted to see Nezuko and Tanjiro, to be sure that they were still alive, even if they were still asleep. You wanted to be back as to put your uncle’s worries aside, for he should be fearful of your fate, now that you knew actual reason why he didn’t want you to take on the selection. You wanted to go back to that boulder, to thank Sekido, Karaku and Urogi for their help even after they passed, even if you didn’t get to see them one last time.

These thoughts were what kept you going despite your tiredness. In fact, you were so focused on those thoughts that you unintentionally ignored other people worried questionings and offerings of help. You just wanted to get home.

You didn’t notice the time pass until the sun was mostly hidden on the nearby mountains, lessening the heat on your body. It was only when you became aware of this fact that you recognized that you were close to the village, the same one of the old lady who welcomed you and your family in her home two years ago. The memory brought a tired smile to your lips as you notice a person leaving the village and heading to the path you were in. Despite your blurred vision, you still recognize a familiar patterned black and red kimono.

“Uncle!” You call up to him, using whatever was left of your voice.

Hantengu stops, turning to you, as if he had been called out by a ghost. The very next second, however, he's running towards you at a rapid pace. You try to meet him in the middle, tripping and falling in the middle of it, but he manages to catch you before you reach the ground and pulls you into a bear hug, holding you tightly against his chest.

“You're back... You actually came back!” He said as he hugged you, patting your hair. You hug him back and feel your haori get wet with his tears.

“I'm sorry, uncle. I'm so sorry!” You tell him as you also cry. “I didn't know... I didn't know about Sekido, Karaku and Urogi... I didn't know they were... That auntie had... I'm so sorry!”

“Shhhhh... I know, I know, little one...” He says as he pats your head. “I don't blame you... I'm just glad that you are back, safe and sound.” He says, comforting you. It reminded you of when you were little and went to sleep in your parents' bed because you had a nightmare. Your father patted your head the same way he does.

“Uncle... There's something more...” You say as you pull away from him, reach out for your bag and show it to him.

“Ah! This is...” He pauses before he picks the pocket watch from your hand, his own shaking as if it would crumble to dust by his mere touch. “I see...” He says as he hugs you back. “You must be tired, child. Let's go back. Your siblings have been asking for you the entire week.”

You were so tired at this point that you couldn't even make an answer. You hear him giggle as he adjusts you on his back, letting you lean on him and carrying you carefully. You wanted to sleep, but you simply couldn't. Whenever you closed your eyes, they would just pop open, and not let you sleep. You didn't understand why you were doing this, even though you were dead tired. You tried a couple more times, but you just gave up after failing them. You just laid on your uncle's back, your eyes half closed as you two went back to the house.

By the time you get there, it's already dark, and you still couldn't fall asleep. You were just looking forward until your ears got a sound weird. That sound makes you lift from your uncle's back and also made him stop.

“What was that?” You hear him ask.

His house was close already, but a good thirty meters of distance. You stayed still, your ears trying to capture anything at all. You were hearing your siblings crying about something that you didn't understand. All at the same time.

No.

You get out of your uncle's back and rush to the house, with him right behind you, calling out your name.

Please, gods, heavens!

Not again!

Not this again!

You were almost at the door when the same is sent flying, making you stop to avoid getting hit.

You stand there motionless as someone leaves the house. Your hands, that were gripping tightly to the sword, lost their strength as they recognize the red hair coming out of the house, followed by a long and floating black hair.

“Tanjiro...! Nezuko...! You... You woke up!” You let go of the sword as you fell to your knees in front of them.

They turn to you and they both reach out to you at the same time, hugging you. You hug them back, tightly, crying on their shoulders.

“Why did you fall into a coma like that?!” You questioned them. “Neither of you would wake up! I thought...! I thought you were dead!”

“Wait! Is that you, sis?!” You hear a new voice, that makes you raise your head. You can't help the smile that takes over your lips.

“Sis!” Your smaller siblings cry, running to the three of you, joining the hug.

A soft sigh leaves your lips as you feel your family's warmth, both literally and figuratively. Your siblings were okay. Tanjiro and Nezuko finally woke up. You were home. At the moment, this is all you could ask for.

With the last of your worries put to rest, you close your eyes, giving in to the tiredness that was stuck in your body since that morning. Even as darkness claimed you, you still felt your siblings warm hug and the soft headpats your uncle gave you.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny au #kny fanfic #kny roleswap au #reader insert #kamado family #nezuko #tanjiro #hantengu #daki #tamayo #rui #yushiro

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wispisstillverybored67 · 1 year

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Ayaki Fam rise up...? :D.

For the hell of it, I gave the Spider fam names. (This is primarily under the context of a swap AU {between the KNY corps and the Demons}, of which I adore despite not usually thinking highly of AUs).

The Father? I dub him Ryunosuke Ayaki.

The Mother? I dub her Mizuki Ayaki (nicknamed "Joroko" for her tiny stature and sexy figure, don't let Ryu catch you calling her that tho.)

The Older Brother? I dub him Setsuji Ayaki.

The Sister? I dub her Akemi Ayaki.

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livystarhashira20 · 1 year

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☆♡~~Ask Livy anything!~~♡☆

Ask me NSFW questions aswell! I'll make a page for the minors aswell! I'll reply on your questions-- somtimes!

Ill do anything to help you guys! Stay tuned!

#kny #demon slayer #LivyNotExsist #mitsuri #obanai iguro #zenitsu agatsuma #kyojuro rengoku #nezuko kamado #inosuke hashibira #muichiro tokito #kny roleswap au #stay tuned for more #love you guys!

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maskygirl55 · 10 months

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Role Reversal Demon Kocho Shinobu Backstory

Shinobu is searching for her sister and comes across a demon slayer to get that information from. While waiting for them to crack under the pressure of her poison she finds herself reminiscing about the past.

"I was never as kind as my sister, Kanae, not even when I was human," said the butterfly demon with a blank expression, "It's not really because I was selfish but more because I couldn't bring myself to care."

"She showed compassion and empathy to every living creature. People wondered if we were even actually sisters. I never resented her for it because I could not care less what those people thought. What mattered to me were my studies. I wanted to explore science and medication but they wouldn't let me," she sneered harshly which twisted her pale, porcelain face, "Because I was a woman. What place was I meant to have outside the home where I'd be subject to my husband's whims and care for our children."

She scoffed at the idea, "I had no interest in love, marriage and all other silly things related to it then and I find it just as foolish now. The only things I loved were my studies and my sister. This led to me rejecting many suitors despite my sister's protests. She had the right idea in the end."

"They labelled me a heartless witch and burnt me at the stake for my 'crimes'," she chuckled lightly as she continued to speak," I survived much to their misfortune and to add insult to injury, I remembered everything."

"Oyakata-sama found me on the brink of death and gave me his blood," her black sclera eyes brightened as she spoke of her master, "I was finally able to truly start living without the shackles of society weighing me down... After I got my revenge of course."

"I hunted them down one by one and made sure they regretted what they did to me. I wasn't aware at the time that Kanae was searching for me."

Her eyes dimmed once more, "She found me as I was devouring the last of them and I turned her into a demon too. However, she didn't understand the blessing he bestowed upon us and rejected this life. Now she's out there somewhere trying to kill Oyakata-sama for what he did to me. Even though she doesn't understand that he was he did helped me so much..."

Her wings fluttered as she jumped down from her spot in the tree branch. She leaned closely to the poisoned demon slayer's face with a false smile, the butterfly mark on her cheek and the cracks under her eyes more prominent.

"So in order to stop her, I'll need some information from you."

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(This is more or less the idea I have in my head when I imagine Demon! Shinobu because as soon as I saw her I could never go back)

#kny #demon slayer #kocho shinobu #demon kocho shinobu #kny roleswap au #backstory #kocho kanae #Youtube

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fitzefitcher · 8 months

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roleswap shinazugawa family. all the kids (& their mom) live, but they're all demons, whoops. they live w the butterfly gals in their horrible poison swamp forest. yes, the little siblings are absolutely little gremlins

#sanemi shinazugawa #genya shinazugawa #demon slayer #kny #fitcherart #roleswap au

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imu-chan · 11 months

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okay I saw some art and am now obsessed with the idea of an au where everything is the same EXCEPT: Tomioka Tsutako didn’t die, the Tomioka siblings were saved last minute by the Water Hashira (Urokodaki), who took them in and trained Tsutako to be a demon slayer, she still gets married, Sabito doesn’t die but becomes Tsutako’s tsuguko, Tsutako becomes the Water Hashira.

I really want to see her and Mitsuri and Shinobu bond!!!! I want to see her rescue and meet the Kamado siblings and bring them in to the family!!!!!

I also want her to somehow interact with Rengoku so that he stops by one day for some reason and bumps into Giyuu, the quiet, pretty, mysterious, sweet younger brother of the Water Hashira, and they fall in love ahdnkckvirkemdmmvkvkoroeidicjjc

#kyojuro rengoku #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #rengiyuu my beloved #rengiyuu #tomioka tsutako #tomioka giyū #roleswap tomiokas au

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artsbyryn · 10 months

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Tanjirou conquers the sun.

What an amazing season finale! Ufotable really outdid themselves. I still have a long way to go in my fic to get to this part of the journey, but I wanted to draw it anyways.

#demon slayer #demon slayer season 3 #kny roleswap au #kny au #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba season 3 #swordsmith village arc #demon tanjirou #tanjirou kamado #kamado tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #kamado tanjirou #kamado nezuko #nezuko kamado #kny spoilers #artsbyryn #anime #anime art

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tanjirou-no-au · 1 year

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Demon Hashira

Gyomei

A perversion of a Buddhist statue, stony skin shot through with cracks and six arms clutching a string of demonic eyes in lieu of prayer beads, capable of delivering catastrophic blows and massive shockwaves.

His Blood Demon Art is an insidious thing, a constant prayer dripping from his lips and sapping the fighting spirit from those who hear it. It secondary facet only activates once someone cuts through his skin, as any weapon coated in his blood becomes repelled from his being, making follow up strikes near impossible.

His Ultimate turns his prayer beads into burning projectiles that embed themselves in the ground and turn the earth into geysers of burning lava.

Tengen

A glittering thing, shining with the refracted light of the gems embedded into his skin.

With these gems he bends the light around himself, rendering him almost invisible to the naked eye or blinding his foes with retina scorching beams.

But his main method of attack are his wives, who rip apart his victims like drunken maenads as he supports them with a dizzying light show.

It is his wives which reveal the small glimmers of humanity that remain with him, as decapitating one will send him into a rage that sees him activate his ultimate, witch turns his embedded crystals into explosive shrapnel bombs that take root and grow in anything they’re lodged in.

Kanae & Shinobu

Kanae is the first demon of this duo most people see, pretty and human like save for the flowery crests that weave their way along her skin.

Her Blood Demon Art sharpens her fingers into long needle like claws coated in a venom that sprouts flowers in it’s wake, which she can manipulate to rapidly grow demonic forests or turn her victims into still living flower beds.

But should an opponent avoid her tricks, her back will unfold like a flower, unleashing her second, deadlier half.

Shinobu is a spiteful little thing, compound eyes and gnashing mandibles stinger tipped claws zipping through the battlefield, all to the maddening drone of wasp’s wings.

She is a slow killer, between sleep inducing fog scales, a dozen different poisons that provide their own hellish death, and an acidic digestive spit.

But her ultimate pumps her unfortunate victim with a venom that twists their flesh into a swarm of venomous insects that turn on any other human in the vicinity.

Muichiro

An...unsettling child, skipping through fog with a discordant laugh, ginkgo leaf patterns twisting across his skin and six eyes glinting mischievously.

Any who follow him into the mist fall into his trap, as breathing in the haze acts as a thought virus, obfuscating the senses and picking away memories, robbing more and more as the afflicted attempts to recall what’s been forgotten.

And as a last resort, Muichiro can gather this mist, coalescing it into a semisolid monster bearing features and faces stolen from his victim’s mind, a beast the juvenile demon has dubbed ‘Yuichiro’

Giyuu

A morose, ethereal creature, his pale, tear streaked face marked like a kabuki mask and his form framed by the nine tails fanned around him.

It is with these tails that he produces his blood art, splitting them off to create mirror images of himself or his opponents, which he can use to mob his foes and transfer injuries between them.

And as each tail is defeated, their simulacrum heads decapitated, he gathers them back into his form, transforming into a massive kitsune who shifts states between flowing water, freezing ice and steaming mist, only his demonic core remaining consistent enough to cut through.

Sanemi

Sanemi is the vision of violence, his face split in a hyena like grin, his once white hair dyed black by coagulated blood, his scars replaced by a dozen festering wounds that will never heal.

His blood is incredibly poisonous, and he is capable of turning the hemoglobin into vicious iron spikes, riddling his form with wicked blades that tear into his opponents and open new wounds in his own form.

With his ultimate he shoots his blood from his wounds in a fetid spray, each drop sprouting into a cornucopia of iron spikes meant to eviscerate any who come to close.

Kyojuro

An avian beast whose limbs are tipped by scythe-like claws, the flames of Rengoku’s humanity have been doused by transformation, his fiery hair reduced to blackened cinders matching the crow’s feathers that coat his limbs.

It is only upon the activation of his Blood Art that he regains his human splendour, setting his body aflame and animating his feathers, turning them into wings to lift him aloft and a flurry of fiery blades to rain upon any below him.

His Ultimate brings to bear the flames of hell, shaped into the forms of animals his human form might have imitated with his sword forms, chief among them a writhing, serpentine dragon.

Mitsuri

At first glance, Mitsuri appears as a...interesting but ultimately human figure. It is only a closer inspection that reveals the feline claws, the twinned bladed tails wrapped around her form, and the mouth on the back of her head that opens and opens and keeps opening.

She fights with a playful smile upon her face, a flirty taunt on her lips, her tails striking like whips to crush and cleave, and softening to shake any blows struck in response.

But it is within these taunts that the true danger lies, as her ultimate laces her words with a compulsion that turns even the most fervent Demon Slayer into her affectionate devotee, leading them to their doom as she sings her siren song.

Obanai

What else could Obanai be but a serpent, his lower half a mass of coiled muscle, a forked tongue flicking from between bandages that conceal a flexible, unhinging jaw. Even his hair is serpentine, writhing like a nest of vipers as his ire is stoked.

His Blood Demon Art is a stark contrast to Mitsuri’s, as looking into his mismatched eyes fills his victim’s heads with destructive, loathing thoughts that continue to linger even if one should escape.

His ultimate is perhaps more straightforward, summoning a writhing horde of vipers, maws filled with a paralyzing venom and the same denigrating thoughts carried upon their cacophonous hissing.

#KNY #KNY Roleswap AU #The Hashira #Himejima Gyomei #Uzui Tengen #Kochou Kanae #Kochou Shinobu #Tokito Muichiro #Tomioka Giyuu #Shinazugawa Sanemi #Rengoku Kyoujuro #Kanroji Mitsuri #Iguro Obanai

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yuki2sksksk · 1 year

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Can we please see more of your KNY Roleswap AU?

What was his name again? That boy had a twin too, right? They were with the Kakushi, but right now, as Nezuko wiped away her sweats, she noticed that this twin was alone and wasn't in an attire like the kakushi. Instead of the brown uniform set with masks, the boy wore something resembling a slayer's. He was sitting by himself on the porch, and despite the cloudy eyes, his eyebrows were furrowing as if he was in a deep thought.

Nezuko decided to greet him.

" Excuse me. " She said with a bright smile. " Hello, I am Nezuko. "

The boy snapped out of his trance, turning to look at her. He blinked, not responding to her for a moment before nodding.

" I know you. You're the slayer that carries a demon around. "

The girl scratched her cheek, her smile turned nervous. " Guess I don't really have a good reputation now, do I? You're one of the twin right? I've seen you working with the Kakushi. "

" Yes. I am Tokitou Muichiro. " The boy introduced himself.

Nezuko took a seat next to him. " If I may ask, why are you wearing a different uniform than before? Did the fabric tear or something? I can fix it! I am very good with needles and sewing! " She patted her chest confidently.

Muichiro tilted his head, a ghostly smile on his face as he looked down to his uniform. " The Moon Hashira gave it to me. He's...a relative. " His expression dropped, a rather sad pout made with his lips. " When my twin and I were toddlers, our parents were attacked by a demon. The Moon Hashira saved us and took us in. He started to train us to become slayers but then we decided to stop halfway and instead became a kakushi instead. "

" I am not one to judge, but why stopping halfway? " Nezuko wondered.

Muichiro sighed. " My brother suddenly claimed that he didn't want to become a slayer -- he also forbid me to become one too. The Moon Hashira -- Kokushibou -- respected out decision and let us be. But I know Kokushibou was disappointed. He saw potential in me and my twin. This uniform was a handmade for me when I become a slayer. It didn't happen, but I am wearing this right now because my kakushi uniform got dirty and is currently being hung under the sun. This is the only one clothing I have for now. "

" I see. " The dark-haired girl hummed. " So...since you went along with your brother, I guess you didn't want to become a slayer? "

Muichiro flinched, a single sweat dropped. He bit his lips and looked away, earning a suspicious look from Nezuko. She leaned forward a little, trying to get a better look on the boy.

"...You want to become a slayer? "

With hesitance, and very slowly, Muichiro nodded, glancing at her from his shoulders.

Nezuko frowned. " Then why didn't you say anything to your brother? To Kokushibou-san? "

" It's...not that easy, Nezuko. My brother -- Yuichiro -- I know that he means well and he always takes care of me...but he has a rather violent reaction. I am sure he would be angry if he knows that I am still willing to become a slayer. "

" Have you try talking to him? "

" I shrunk at the high volume of his voice whenever he yells. "

" Well, this is unfair to you! " Nezuko huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. " If your brother can't even listen to you, then I am going to make him! "

Muichiro's eyes widened at the sight of the girl going to her feet, a stern expression on her face as she placed her hands on her hips. He unconsciously grabbed the sleeve of her shirt, tugging her back down.

" I don't think that would be wise. " He reasoned, still surprised at how she immediately decided to face Yuichiro to defend him.

Nezuko turned, slipped her hands around the boy's hands and held it firmly. " If it's not me who do the talking, then you will! You have a voice to defend your right! It's the heart that drives the people, Muichiro. If your heart tells you to follow the path of being a slayer, then follow your heart! "

She patted his shoulder encouragingly. " You can do this! I wish you good luck! All right, I need to go back to training or Douma-san will hunt me down. See you again, Muichiro! Oh, and if your brother still refuses to listen to you, then tell me and I'll go straight to him."

The girl turned and walked away. Muichiro stuttered a little and stumbled in his steps as he stood up. " Wait! W-What will you do if you have to go see my brother? "

Nezuko turned around. " I'll make sure to talk some sense into him! Everyone has the right to voice out their opinions. You have the right to decide what you want to be, Muichiro. You can be whatever you want to. No one else should tell you what you have to be. Just you. "

When she gave him a smile, it was as if the air was knocked out of his lungs. Is it the lighting? She looked as twice as beautiful than the first time he saw her. Muichiro felt his neck getting warmer, noticing there was an increasing beating of his heart in his chest.

" Take care! " Nezuko waved her arm, disappearing into a corner.

Muichiro looked down to his uniform, his hands twisting the fabric in his grips. He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. One last deep inhale and exhale, he opened back his eyes and a flash of determination were seen in his eyes.

Time to seek Yuichiro.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #anime #drawing #digital art #kokushibou #Muichiro #yuichiro #tokitou twins #tokitou muichiro #tokitou yuichirou #nezuko #kamado nezuko #muichiro x nezuko #nezuko x muichiro #kny swap au #kny roleswap

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krikidilly · 10 months

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Thinking real hard about roleswap mc Gyutaro + Ume and motivations. Gyutaro does not care about humanity as a whole, humanity as a whole do not care for him and his poor sister, they do not care for the weak and the ugly so he does not care about them, so, at first he staples that as his guiding motivation to only protect people like him and his sister. Its only when he meets Muzan (this roleswaps Tamayo) that he sortve starts to understand that everyone suffers under the hand of demons, everyone suffers under the negligence of other humans. He still couldn't give less of a shit about the more fortunate but it starts to hit him that anyone could be like him and Ume. This is futhered when he meets Rui and Susamaru and no matter how much he tries he can't help but value them like family even when they don't truly have the same experiences as him and his sister.

In the end his motivation is no longer protecting the weak. Its carving through the monstrous cruelty and negligence to form something lovely for them to stand upon. A world Ume, Rui, and Susamaru can step into and feel at peace.

#sorry im having lots of feelings about the shabanas and found family #please ask questions abt this au i havent done much else besides think about it so if ur intriqued im beggin..#gyutaro #kny roleswap au #gyume mc au #<- working tag #ive been juggling this and pkmnkny in my brain like its my job #i have an illness

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kny-stardust · 10 months

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Interlude 1 — Aizetsu

Word Count: 2588

Summary: When the slayer came to the mountain, he expected anything, including a devastated family and their members turned onis. He did not expect a girl fight with so much passion to protect her family, or the onis go against their own instincts to protect her.

He understood you. Your pain. Your anguish. Your situation. Your tears. He really understood you, even though he couldn't tell you so. He knew them all. If anything, his job made him go through the same situations over and over again. Same scenario, different people, a couple different endings. Sometimes, he would be able to save the person from the oni, and they would curse him to their dying breath. Others, he would find them dead and kill the oni. He had once found himself in the same situation, and a Demon Slayer killed the oni before things got worse. Once turned, the onis were no longer the people you once knew. That was the truth to everyone, including his mother and your brother.

He understood you. He truly did. How important that bond was to you. Why you insisted in defending him despite being attacked. And why you were willing to fight for them, even if it meant killing another person. He saw that plenty of times too, and had done so himself. Unfortunately, reality was cruel and him and everyone else had to accept that their loved ones were gone forever. You would have to accept it too when the time came.

Even if he was cruel, he wanted to help you, to save you, to compensate you. Had them arrived a couple hours earlier, everyone would still be alive. So, he would do the best for you: to cut the last link that tied you to that situation and take you and your siblings somewhere else to restart your life. He had plenty of funds to aid you all until you managed to get back to your feet, if you wanted to live a normal life; well, as normal as possible given your trauma. If you wanted to become one of them, he would aid you too, although he wasn't confident in being a good teacher. In any case, he hoped that he could help you take this pain and grow stronger.

What he didn't understand, however, was the situation he was put in once he declared he would kill your brother. You face was no longer sad; your features were firm and collected. You no longer trembled; the axe in your hand felt like an extension of your body as you swung it towards him. Your eyes no longer shed tears; the light of kindness they had had faded, replaced with a cold gaze which reflected the sight of his dead body on the snow. You attacked him mercilessly, like he was the most infuriating individual in the entire world that deserved no second thought as to attack him or not. You launched and attacked him like the countless onis he fought throughout his carrier, with ferocity and bloodlust. Definitely impulsive and instinctive, but of a different kind.

As he fought to not get himselft killed, he was desperately searching for ways as to knock you out without having to claim your life. That was the last thing he wanted to do, but that was proven to be his downfall. You noticed his hesitation and the opening he left and took advantage of it. Your eyes were like two red mirrors in which he could see his own fearful expression the moment he noticed who he made a terrible mistake which he would pay with his life. He was definitely ready to die fighting onis, but never dreamed of dying on the hands of a human girl that wanted to protect her demon brother.

As he thought that, the girl disappeared. Simply vanished from his sight. He only found you when he heard a loud crashing sound and saw you fallen on the snow against the wall of your house. The axe had fallen from your hand and he took notice of your closed eyes and evening breathing. He could also see the red mark that has taken over your features retreating, until it became just a tiny thing that he could see creeping out of your hairline.

“Aizetsu.” The deep voice close to him dragged him out of his thoughts; a voice he recognized.

The man, Aizetsu, turned to see another man standing over him. He was taller than he could ever hope to be, wearing traditional clothes with a black haori and his hair dark red hair being on a ponytail. His face, neck and arms were all covered in bandages, which made impossible to look at him in the eye, but he felt a pressure on him, which meant the man was looking at him.

“Kokushibou-dono.” He whispered, looking at his superior.

“What happened here, Aizetsu?” The other one asked, turning his eyes to your fallen form. “We're supposed to fight demons, not humans.”

“That girl... She's the eldest sister the children told us about... I found her being attacked by her brother, who turned to an oni, but she retaliated...” Aizetsu said, also turning to look at you for a moment before looking down.

“And the other two?” The man merely asked.

“Dead, both of them. It seems like only the boy turned into a demon.” The younger one reported.

“Wrong.” Kokushibou said, surprising the other man. “The other girl also turned into an oni.”

“What?” Aizetsu asked, looking back at the man who remained in silence.

A low groan reached his ears, so he turned to you. Standing close to you, was a girl with a messed pink kimono and red covering her side and her head. He didn't take long to notice the fangs on her mouth and claws on her hands. She too had turned into an oni, like Kokushibou said. He quickly picked up his spear and rushed towards them as he watched the oni throw herself over your unconscious self. Fortunately, his spear allowed him to strike even though he was still far and his aim was very sharp. He raised the spear to attack...

“(Y/N)...”

The tip of the spear stopped just before hitting her. He watched wide eyed as the oni held you by the clothes and began shaking you. Her voice was broken, a mix between a young girl's voice and a pained groan, which soon became a feral growl as she started to get louder and shake you harder.

“Wake...! Up...! (Y/N)...! Wake up....! Sis...! Sis...! Please...! Wake up...!” The oni cried as she tried to wake you up, in vain.

Aizetsu couldn't do anything, but watch it in silence, unable to attack. His grip on the spear lessened and the weapon lowered as he tried to understand, to accept the sight before him. As he watched, an enraged roar reached his ears, turning him to side, where he sees a shadow jumping towards him. He promptly jumped back, evading the attack. Looking up, he sees the other oni, the boy from the beginning, staring at him, growling lowly and with arms open, putting himself between him and the two girls.

‘He's not a monster! He's not!’

‘Tanjiro would never kill someone! He's good person! He's still the same! He recognized me! He can be turned back!’

Your voice echoed as he watched the scene with wide open eyes. The boy, Tanjiro, began to attack him, using kicks and his claws to reach him, but failing miserably as he simply dodged the attacks. He was far easier when compared to his sister.

The Demon Corps had plenty of information over demons, as it has been active for over a thousand years. The hunger of an oni can only be satisfied with human flesh, which also aids them to heal their wounds. The transformation takes most of the energy of an oni, and those two were also healing their wounds. Their sister was there, unconscious, defenseless, an easy source of nutrients and energy. However, the girl was trying to wake you up and the boy was attacking him to defend both of them, tiring themselves further. Nearly all the people who had their dear ones turned into onis and said that they were still the same and would recognize them, they died by their hands.

Collecting himself, Aizetsu moved faster, hitting Tanjiro in the back of his head to knock him out and grabbing him by the colar before he hit the ground. Then, he dragged him, stopping closer to the girl, who was also hit. He watched in silence the three siblings on the snow until he heard steps on the snow. Kokushibou stopped by his side, crouching down and moving your bangs, to see more clearly the red mark you had, and also revealing an earring with the image resembling of the rising sun.

“What do you think, Kokushibou-dono...?” Aizetsu asked his senior, his voice low.

“I don't think anything.” The man said as he stood up. “I'm here as your judge, to see if you are prepared or not to take responsibility. I'm only to act in case I deem the circumstances to be too much perilous. Other than that, I'm no different than a ghost. You are the only active Demon Slayer here. Every decision must be taken by you.” He said, then turning to him. “What do YOU think, Aizetsu?”

He sighs, shaking his head.

“They're different... No one ever acted like this, as much as I'm aware...” He says.

“So...” Kokushibou asked.

“Well... They recognized her and actively tried to help her...” Aizetsu replied said. “She's also rather different... She... I don't know how to say this, but you saw it... The way she fought... The way she breathed...! That was not normal...! It was almost like she...!”

“Almost like she had a breathing technique?” The senior asked, making him sigh and nod. “It seemed like it, however barely had any technique in. Although the breathing was good enough, it was merely enhancing herself. Her attacks were mediocre, with no technique behind them.”

“But there's potential there...” The junior said.

“Never said there wasn't.” He said, crossing his hands. “So, what are you going to do?”

“What... I'm going to do?” Aizetsu asked, looking at him.

“Yes. It's your duty to kill onis, but they're different, like you said.” Kokushibou said, then fully turning to him. “So, what will you do? Will you kill them?”

Aizetsu turned to look at them. Once again, your words rang in his mind, followed by the scenes of you and Tanjiro trying to protect each other and your sister trying to wake you up; she was still holding onto you.

“Will you report this to the leader?” The junior asked, looking at his senior.

“If I deem necessary.” He replied.

“I see. Then, I've made my choice.” Aizetsu said, closing his hand to a fist.

Aizetsu climbed down the mountain, slinging on the snow gracefully, as it was a faster way to get to the bottom. He felt the air filling his lungs. The thin air in this place reminded him of the mount that he trained in his youth. Here was definitely easier to breathe than the place in his memory, but not many could easily deal with the circumstances as easily as he did. He was around half way down the mountain when he came across a lonely cabin.

‘After they wake up, meet me in the house of the man halfway down the mountain. I'll give you my decision then.’

Aizetsu remembered the words from Kokushibou, then stopped his running, waking calmly towards the wooden house. The entrance was blown away and he could still smell blood. He approached the hole in the place, seeing inside; the house was a wreck and with a very big and clear blood stain that was almost frozen, but there was no body in sight. The slayer didn't enter, there was nothing for him there. He wandered around the house, until he found Kokushibou in the backyard, kneeled down.

His hair was down and his face completely covered by an ajirogasa (japanese straw hat) and with cloth falling from it. He found it hard to get used to it, but there was nothing either of them could do about it, other than continue to fight. In front of the man, he saw makeshift grave, probably for the person that died in the cabin.

“How did she react?” Kokushibou asked him suddenly, startling the younger man for a moment.

“She woke up and thought it was all a dream until she saw me...” Aizetsu said. “I told her to seek my father.”

“Your family's breathing technique might not suit her.” Kokushibou pointed, not moving at all.

“I know... That's not why I sent her there, though.” The younger slayer said, sighing. “As you know, my father's breathing technique changed over the years. As of known today, his breathing was the one with more forms than anyone else. So, even if she doesn't can't learn his, he can aid her on making her own.”

“What if he refuses?” Kokushibou asked, finally standing.

Aizetsu gulped at that question. He know what he meant, and he thought of that as well.

“Then, I will teach her myself. They are my responsibility after all.” He said without hesitation any longer.

Kokushibou turned to face his. His eyes weren't visible, but he could clearly see the younger slayer's expression. The firm bright in his eyes showed his resolution. Then, the older slayer shook his head.

“That won't be possible. You'll be too busy as a Hashira to pay any attention to her. ” He said, shocking the other man. “I believe you're capable of handling the responsibility, which those siblings are part of. Do not forget that, ever. Are we understood?”

“Yes, Kokushibou-dono.” Aizetsu said, nodding his head. “But... There's something I don't understand.”

“What is it?”

“Their family was attacked by an oni, but when the girl, and the I, arrived there, the oni was long gone. They didn't even eat the three that were there. Not even a small bite... They just... left. Why did they do that?” The younger slayer asked.

“He wasn't hunting for eat, but chasing them for their use.” Kokushibou said bluntly.

“Use? What use?” Aizetsu asked.

“I'm not sure yet. However, I can guarantee you: these children are more to them than meets the eye, for the Demon King himself to come here for them.” The older slayer said, making the younger man's blood freeze at those words. “When you warn Hantengu of them, also tell him of the danger they're in. Even if he has retired and abandoned his sword, he won't let anything happen to them. His trauma won't allow him to. Do you understand?”

“...Yes...” Aizetsu said softly.

“I'll tell Lord Muzan of what happened here. Hopefully, he'll be understanding and deploy some slayers to guard them or let you do it yourself. But for now, let us leave.” Kokushibou said turning and leaving.

“Yes, sir...” The newly named Hashira said, following him.

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny fanfic #kny au #kny roleswap au #reader insert #tanjiro #nezuko #kokushibou #aizetsu

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