Future toxicologist, A+ in mischief, co-president of the flower club and vice president of the student council. She’s also kinda like the social butterfly and can be seen talking to people a lot, she’s super friendly.
I have many pings and DMs to answer…I didn’t know people would be worried for me..I apologize 😭
Hagane was moving swiftly toward the village in the depths of the night. He hadn’t spotted any signs of life or light so far. He advanced with steady steps between the trees.
When his instincts began to test him, he slowed down. From a point where he could observe the open terrain on the mountain slope, he felt something moving among the trees.
Someone. A demon.
It was watching him.
When Hagane pushed his gaze through the tall bushes to see it, the demon didn’t bother hiding anymore and stepped out in front of him.
Black hair fell over its neck and across its eyes. It had a third eye on its neck, and two horns on top of its head. But most importantly…
There was a mark above its left eye. Just like Kaito’s.
Its deep blue eyes stared at Steel Hashira with hunger. A wide grin stretched across its face.
“I’ve been waiting for this day!”
Hagane stopped. “Kaito…?”
The demon said nothing, keeping its grin.
“Who did this to you?” Hagane continued, concern clearly visible in his voice. Just two days ago, he had seen that boy, someone who admired him so deeply. And now he was seeing him as the most disgusting form of life? Was Kibutsuji somewhere nearby?
More importantly… what would Hagane do?
He thought he might be able to restrain him, like Kamado siblings did. Even if Kaito was a demon, he didn’t necessarily have to lose him… or did he?
He said nothing more and quickly passed by the grinning demon. If he could protect the village until morning, maybe he could figure this out somehow. But when he approached the village, the sounds and the sight he encountered made him feel ashamed for the relief he had felt.
There were four more demons. They had the real Kaito pinned against a tree, choking him.
Hagane’s blade cut through the head of the furthest one instantly, and all their eyes turned toward him.
Genzo’s scream filled his ears as Hagane pointed his sword at the demons.
“I suggest you put the boy down.”
Kaito used the opening to slip free from Genzo’s grip, grabbed his sword from the ground, and distanced himself. He filled his lungs with air, trying to steady his spinning head.
“Such a pain in the ass, aren’t you?” Hagane said.
Raiga crossed his arms, smiling. “Things are getting interesting… Look at his eyes.”
“Yes,” said Kuroe. “They’ll be perfect to carve out.”
“I wouldn’t recommend it,” Hagane replied. He knew it. Even if demons didn’t admit it, looking into his crimson-tinted eyes made them uneasy. Without his armor, Hagane was still frightening enough for demons.
The wind seemed to grow harsher. Everyone was waiting for someone to start the battle.
The demon Hagane had left behind approached them. “Looks like you’ve met my nephews.”
His eyes drifted to Kaito, standing in the back with his sword tightly gripped. “Well, you look like me.”
“Don’t,” Hagane said sharply.
When the demon suddenly appeared right next to Kaito, Kaito swung his sword and cut off his arm. Raiga laughed.
“Look at that, Shidon! He was about to die a second ago, and suddenly he’s full of courage! This is going to be fun!”
Shidon laughed. A loud, ringing laugh.
“I bet you have plenty of dreams, kid,” he said as his arm slowly regenerated. “I used to, too. I was just like you.”
“Then why did you choose this path?”
“YOU THINK I CHOSE IT? YOU THINK I REALLY WANTED THIS?!”
As Shidon threw a punch at Kaito with his newly regenerated arm, the others also moved toward Hagane.
Kaito raised his sword and defended himself. When he flipped backward, Shidon’s third eye twitched wildly. “I’ll feel no guilt devouring you, kid!”
“I doubt you could digest it,” Kaito said.
Shidon was sent flying. As he tried to swing at Kaito again, his attack was blocked by the sword. When he struck directly against the blade’s edge, his arm split in two. Despite his anger, his laugh remained.
“So what breathing style are you using? I’ve never seen a purple katana before.”
He exhaled. It was time to use Water Breathing.
Blue waves tore through the air and shattered Shidon’s split arm, but the demon immediately began regenerating again.
“Isn’t Water Breathing a bit too hard for you?” Shidon said with a laugh.
“I’m surprised you even know breathing techniques. You look like you only became a demon yesterday.”
“SHUT UP!”
His arm regenerated again.
“If we’re using our powers,” he continued, “Blood Demon Art: Glass Rain.”
Millions of tiny shards of glass formed from his blood. Floating in the air, they surged toward Kaito.
The boy dodged, but they followed him.
“Water Breathing, Sixth Form…”
A rising vortex of water blocked most of Shidon’s glass needles. A few slipped through and pierced Kaito’s arms. He cursed the fact that he had changed his uniform. “Damn it…”
It felt like thousands of needles were stabbing him at once. His blood felt like it was flowing inward instead of outward. The pain was unbearable.
But Kaito didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.
“I don’t even need to waste more time on you, you know?” Shidon said calmly. “If I leave you here, you’ll die slowly anyway… but I want to watch. I’m sure the others will handle your friend .”
Kaito noticed the third eye reacting to his emotions. It narrowed slightly, shifting upward.
“I’ll enjoy watching you writhe in pain!”
---
On the other side, Hagane was fighting the remaining four demons alone. While dodging Kuroe’s sharp threads and preventing Genzo’s nearly invisible particles from distorting his movements, he pressed forward.
He managed to decapitate Raiga, which only enraged Genzo further. His grief over failing to protect his family fueled his power, and his body spun violently out of control.
During this time, Hagane had already deciphered their Blood Demon Arts. Kuroe and Genzo were becoming easy to avoid. Each time he defended himself, the demons grew more furious.
The third demon never attacked. He stayed in the corner, watching. Hagane wanted to finish the other two quickly and deal with him, but something felt off.
The quiet ones were always the most dangerous. As Genzo lunged, Hagane’s sword froze mid-air. Where his blade should have struck, a mirror appeared.
He didn’t see himself in it. He saw Kanae.
His attack halted.
When he turned toward where Kuroe should have been, he saw something else; his family abandoning him.
Turning again, he saw Hina in the mirror.
He felt his mind fracture.
The images were too real. They begged him not to attack.
They reminded him of how helpless he once was.
At some point, he could no longer even recognize that they were illusions.
How could he erase Kanae’s memory? How could he swing his blade at her while she spoke to him?
How could he focus while his past kept strangling him?
---
Kaito’s body was slowly being killed by the glass spears embedded in him.
Shidon was fast, mocking, and endlessly talkative. This was easily the hardest mission Kaito had ever faced. If he had to fight the others too, he had no idea what he would do.
But he was slowly beginning to read Shidon’s movements.
Shidon now created glass spires. Kaito dodged them using consecutive Water Breathing forms. He tried to focus, but Shidon never stopped talking.
“I could’ve become a swordsman like you! If only my father hadn’t sold me out!” he said, throwing shards after every sentence.
Without his demon form, Shidon looked almost identical to Kaito. Same black hair, same blue eyes, same pale skin, same birth mark… On both sides, there were unfulfilled dreams. A lost family. An unchosen fate.
“On the bright side, your father must have thought you were strong enough to give away.”
Shidon stopped. He hadn’t expected that.
“…Did yours not love you?”
“No,” Kaito said. It was his turn. He had found an opening.
Water Breathing, Fifth Form: Blessed Rain After the Drought.
Shidon felt no pain.
His head fell to the ground, separated from his body.
“My father loved his children more than anything.”
Shidon’s eyes widened. “This kid… he showed me mercy? Why does it not hurt?”
His arms, still reaching toward Kaito, froze.
Kaito sighed and sheathed his sword. “I hope in your next life you can achieve your dreams.”
Shidon accepted his peaceful death. He closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, his mother and little brother were in front of him. His brother hugged him.
For the first time in years, Shidon cried uncontrollably.
The fate he did not choose had been enough to drag him into hell.
When he was human, he had spent his entire life protecting his little brother. He had been the best son his family could have asked for. Even when he had the chance to leave home, he hadn’t.
And he had become the victim of his father’s selfishness.
Anyone could have been in his place.
---
The mirrors Hagane couldn’t bring himself to look away from were becoming a real problem. He felt that even if he closed his eyes, he would continue seeing them. He questioned reality without pause.
Then one of the mirrors shattered.
Hagane returned to the world around him.
Right in front of him stood Kuroe, preparing to strike. His blade swung through the air and severed the demon’s head instantly.
Kaito still hadn’t recovered from the damage Shidon had inflicted on him. His movements were heavily restricted now, yet he had still managed to bring Hagane back to his senses. And now there were only two demons left.
“I’ve wasted more time on you than necessary,” the Steel Hashira said, staring at Genzo, whose body had become completely unstable.
Driven mad by the frustration of failing to protect another family member, the demon abandoned all self-control. Even so, his Blood Demon Art wasn’t enough to push Hagane back. Glass fragments distorted the air itself. Some pierced the Hashira’s skin, but it wasn’t enough.
“Steel Breathing, Fifth Form: Mimicry of the Gods!”
Electric currents wrapped around the blade. Hagane launched himself forward and drove the sword into the demon’s neck.
Genzo’s head flew into the air from the sheer force.
“YOU CUT OFF MY HEAD? YOU CUT OFF MY HEAD? YOU CUT OFF MY HEAD? YOU CUT OFF MY HEAD?!”
Failure forced the same screams out of him endlessly.
“I COULDN’T KEEP MY PROMISE! I COULDN’T KEEP MY PROMISE! I COULDN’T KEEP MY PROMISE! I COULDN’T KEEP MY PROMISE!”
He repeated the same phrases like a madman: “You cut off my head… I couldn’t keep my promise.”
He hated himself. He cursed the fact that he had failed to protect anyone, neither as a human nor as a demon. He cursed the days he promised his family he would do anything for them, that they would stay together forever.
When he reached limbo, no one was waiting for him.
And hell welcomed him with open arms.
Kaito stared at Hagane in admiration. This man truly was something else.
Hagane’s eyes shifted toward the last remaining demon. The demon who forced him to confront his stitched-together wounds once more.
This time, the woman focused on both of them. The mirrors appeared again. They whispered to Hagane once more, but now he could distinguish illusion from reality.
For Kaito, however, it was completely different.
The mirrors surrounding him forced him to relive the day his family was slaughtered. His sister drenched in blood. Giyuu grabbing his hand and running until his legs nearly gave out. The screams of the villagers…
He relived all of it, over and over again.
He raised his sword and tried to reach them, but this time he couldn’t shatter a single mirror.
His mind raced uncontrollably. His hands trembled. When he dropped to the ground and looked into his palms, he realized they had gone pale yellow.
His eyes filled with tears. He endured it. He refused to give up. He couldn’t.
He had to keep his family’s memory alive.
He couldn’t die here.
Otherwise, his sister would have died for nothing.
Hagane shattered every mirror the demon created before they could show him anything. It lasted only milliseconds. He had to move fast.
When the demon realized she was going to die, she tried to flee. She ran.
It wasn’t enough.
Hagane leapt forward and swung his sword.
The last thing the demon saw before dying was a pair of crimson eyes glaring at her with hatred.
Her death wasn’t as merciful as Shidon’s. Unlike Genzo, she hadn’t gone mad enough to stop feeling pain.
Electricity wrapped around her body and burned through her. It felt as though every cell in her body was being torn out one by one. Her breath caught in terror.
“Reika.”
Her skin was no longer that pale shade of violet. It had regained the warmth it once held as a human. She hadn’t seen the owner of that voice in decades.
Her fiancé smiled at her.
“Hell is waiting for us.”
“You- no! You’re supposed to go to heaven! I killed you!”
“Darling,” the man said, taking her hand. “That doesn’t stop me from loving you.”
---
The mirrors were gone.
Kaito had collapsed onto the ground, hands pressed against the grass. His skin had become far paler than it should have been. Shidon had been right. He really was dying slowly. He tried to stand, but failed.
When Hagane approached him, he hesitated for a moment. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine… that Blood Demon Art-” He coughed. “God… I’m nothing but dead weight.”
“Are you kidding?” Hagane said. “The demon you killed was almost one of the Twelve Kizuki.”
“Almost,” Kaito replied. Unable to find the strength to remain upright, he lay back on the ground.
“I didn’t think I’d die like this.”
“You’re not dying, Kaito,” Hagane said.
He could see the pain on the boy’s face, but he couldn’t tell whether it came from his body slowly shutting down or from how inadequate he felt. Hagane merely cursed himself for never getting along well with antidotes.
“That demon looked so much like me, didn’t he?”
Hagane nodded. “When I first saw him… I thought they had turned you into a demon,” he admitted. “That’s why I didn’t kill him.”
Kaito exhaled slowly.
“He never wanted to become a demon,” he said while staring at the sky. “Honestly… I could’ve been in his place too. He was just another soul who was failed by fate itself…”
Hagane placed a hand on Kaito’s hair and brushed it back gently.
“Son, there was nothing we could do. Even if he didn’t choose this, we can’t ignore the fact that he devoured dozens of people.”
“I know…”
He narrowed his eyes, allowing the pain to course through his veins as he thought.
Every minute he fought Shidon, he had kept noticing their similarities. He had wondered what would happen if he himself became a demon. If fate had led him to Kibutsuji too… how different would everything have been?
Isamu approached them with hesitant steps. When he saw how pale Kaito had become, worry overtook his expression. Kaito was literally yellow
“My wife may be able to help… come inside. I’m sure you’ve had enough of the wind tonight.”
Hagane helped Kaito to his feet while Isamu supported his other side.
When they finally brought him home, Mrs. Koharu was already waiting inside. Clearly, she hadn’t slept at all.
“Lay him down.”
A few minutes later, she returned holding a glass filled with a strange-looking liquid.
“What is that?” Hagane asked.
“A mixture of antidotes and wisteria… it should slow the spread.”
As Hagane lifted Kaito’s head, Koharu helped him drink the medicine and continued speaking.
“I don’t know how to completely stop a demon’s effects, but I’m sure you know someone who does… At the very least, this should help until you return.”
Kaito drank the medicine easily. When his head touched the pillow again, a painful chuckle escaped him.
“Shinazugawa was right.”
“About what?” Hagane asked.
“That if he were as incompetent as me, he’d leave the Corps this instant.”
The Steel Hashira frowned.
“He told you that?”
Kaito nodded.
Hagane muttered a curse under his breath. “I’m going to kill him.”
“Thank you,” Isamu said, tears gathering in his eyes. “For saving our village… You sacrificed yourselves for us. You’re honorable people.”
---
When they returned, Shinobu had already prepared medicine for Kaito. Within two days, he slowly began recovering.
While he was recovering in the Butterfly Mansion, Ubuyashiki gathered the Hashira together for the annual Hashira meeting.
Sanemi was already grumbling to himself when Hagane stepped into the courtyard. His footsteps practically slammed against the ground as he walked straight toward him.
He stopped in front of Sanemi, frowning deeply and pointing a finger at him.
“You think you can insult lower-ranked slayers and call them useless every chance you get?!”
Sanemi frowned back. “Yes? If their ranks are low, I’ll say whatever the hell I want!”
“Call Kaito useless one more time and I’ll test technologies on you that you’ve never even seen before!”
“Wait, wait,” Tengen interrupted. “You called Kaito useless?”
“YEAH I DID, BECAUSE HE IS!”
“Too bad, Shinazugawa, because that kid saved my life and slaughtered four demons!”
“What the fuck were you doing then?” Iguro called from the side.
“What do you mean what the fuck was I doing? I was doing my damn job!”
“If that brat killed four demons, you should’ve killed at least twenty,” Iguro continued.
“And how do you know he didn’t?!” Kagero snapped back.
“CAN YOU ALL BREATHE FOR A SECOND?” Sanemi shouted. “Fine, Ryujin makes sense, he’s got that weird father-son thing going on with the kid. Uzui too, he’s probably jealous of it. But Hayami, why the hell are you mad!? The kid’s actual brother is standing right there stiff as a board, what’s wrong with you people?!”
“I’m supporting my brother!” Kagero said.
From the side, Tsubasa let out an exhausted sigh.
“Sanemi, you really need to stop bullying younger slayers.”
“They’re already too comfortable!”
Hagane was just about to speak when a completely unfamiliar voice interrupted him.
“Did I arrive at a bad time—?”
“Who the hell is that?” Tengen asked as he turned around.
The moment he saw the newcomer, he swore loudly.
“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHAT KIND OF CREATURE ARE YOU?!”
“…What the hell are you wearing?” Sanemi added.
The newcomer was extremely tall. He spread his arms slightly and looked down at himself.
“Aren’t we supposed to arrive in uniform?”
“That’s your uniform?”
“Yes. I made it myself. Is it bad?”
“You look like you got kicked straight out of hell,” Sanemi muttered. “At least take off the hood.”
When the man removed his mask, a pale young man with green-tipped hair appeared beneath it. He wore a smile as he brushed a hand through his hair.
“Good. Now explain why you’re at a Hashira meeting,” Iguro said.
“I’m a Hashira.”
Everyone looked at one another. None of them had expected that answer. The young man kept smiling.
“Shinkotsu Yomigawa. Bone Hashira.”
Tengen stepped forward and held out a hand.
“Pleasure to meet you, my friend! I am the God of Flashiness, Tengen Uzui!”
“…You seem more like the God of Second-Hand Jewelry. Nice to meet you, Uzui.”
A snort escaped Mitsuri before she quickly covered her mouth.
Tengen was about to protest, but Shinkotsu walked past him and turned toward the group that had been arguing moments earlier.
“I’d like to meet the rest of you as well.”
He shook hands with everyone who greeted him. He learned Hagane’s name, complimented Kagero’s armor, introduced himself to Tsubasa, learned Mitsuri and Shinobu’s names. Sanemi didn’t approach him, but Tsubasa introduced both him and Obanai. Gyomei offered a quiet prayer for him…
Just as someone was about to speak again, one of Ubuyashiki’s children announced,
“The Master has arrived.”
As though he had attended dozens of meetings before, Shinkotsu immediately joined the others and knelt beside them.
“My beloved children… thank you for coming here today. Before we begin our annual Hashira meeting, I see you’ve already met Shinkotsu.”
Shinkotsu smiled at the eyes turned toward him,
people who could not see the pain hidden beneath that mocking expression.
The purposes he once thought he had lost had begun to surface once again...
Iakoy: Hai sentito? È uno Yokai, sta parlando... di, aspetta un attimo... di te! Sta dicendo... CHE SEI UN IDIOTA STRONZO!! HAHAHAHAHAHA
Takeshi (il fratello maggiore di Iakoy): Sum- emh... Iakoy... ZITTO.
Gukiko (il fratello maggiore di Iakoy): Sì, quello Yokai ha ragione, sei uno stronzo Keke... Hahahahahaha
Takeshi: Gukiko... zitto.
(Only Iakoy's immage is well draw... other two are the chibi version... ops)
1- Moriko Akiyama (u/Kaoruhasegawa)
2- Onikoe (u/PolunumalieLikesArt)
3- Gansuke (u/Fyodor-you-loser)
4- Hagane Ryujin (u/Apart-Athlete-2029)
5- Haruto Nakamura (u/Fnafpro2005_kilo)
6- Kiriko (u/Millenniauld)
7- Flynn (u/Tsuyu_Asui_the_forth)
8- Fujiko Shimizu (u/Dancing-Koi)
I had so much fun doing everyone's OCs!!! I can't wait to do another one soon!!
In their "cutting school" clothes! XD
Kiriko is my gremlin, and Ritsuo is the handsome creation of the one and only u/Superb_Body_1867
i literally have no where else to talk about this lil guy and idk if hes good enough to even be here but ye!
this is koharu shima and he is the hashira of wilderness! if im acknowledged by the gods of amazing oc's i can spill more about him!
A few weeks had passed, and Hagane was going over everything he had found names, locations, experiments, connections… anything he could use.
But his mind kept drifting back… and his anger continued to grow.
Hagane: “Fuck.”
He said as he slammed his fist against the table.
Shinobu: “My, my… should I bring some soap for that tongue of yours?”
Hagane: “Shinobu…”
Shinobu: “You’ve been busy. I thought you would’ve left on another mission by now.”
Hagane: “No, I stayed. I had other matters to handle. Tsubasa went on the mission instead of me.”
Shinobu: “Then what did you find?”
Hagane: “They’re covering everything up through other businesses… like a few high-class restaurants across Japan.”
Shinobu: “Well, it seems like no fine dining for me anymore… though I always preferred homemade meals.”
Hagane: “We also know they have more than ten factories across Japan. Some produce weapon’s, others produce drugs and…”
Shinobu: “And?”
Hagane: “Those people have been experimenting with demon blood… I doubt Muzan would willingly give it to them.”
Shinobu: “You think they’re doing this behind his back?”
Hagane: “Most likely…”
Hagane stared at his armor, his eyes fixed on one spot in particular.
Shinobu: “You think they’ll recreate the demonic booster?”
Hagane: “Even if they don’t, it’s still dangerous what they could achieve.”
Hagane showed shinobu new papers that was pinned on the bored
Hagane: “I got this from Tengen. They turned some people into monsters…and just killed them off. What if they create something they shouldn’t…?”
Shinobu: ”what is their plan?”
Hagane: ”I have few theories, they are trying to make a drug that will make a man stronger and have blood demons art without muzan control or if they recreate the demonic booster or something and else similar to make more dangerous weapons and sell it…..”
Hagane sat down in the chair, he looked exhausted from everything.
And Shinobu noticed how deeply it was affecting him.
And something else was building up inside him.
Rage.
Shinobu: “Hagane… are you okay?”
Hagane stayed silent for a moment.
Hagane: “I’m fine…”
Shinobu: “You’re a bad liar.”
Hagane: “Takes one to know one.”
Shinobu: “My, my… so I’m right then?”
Hagane: “No, I just—”
Shinobu: “Hagane, I understand your rage… your anger toward all of this… but please, don’t lose yourself.”
Shinobu looked at her older brother.
Shinobu: “Kanae raised you to be better.”
Hagane: “……”
Hagane said nothing.
Then—
A knock came from the door.
Tsubasa: “Is this a bad time?”
It was Tsubasa.
Hagane: “No, no, come in. What is it?”
Tsubasa: “I found something… and it’s not good.”
She said while holding several papers in her hand.
To be continued…
水
月
翡
翠
Name: Suigetsu Hisui
Rank: Kinoe (She refuses Hashira because of responsibilities and does not count kills after becoming a Kinoe)
Affiliation: Demon Slayer Corps.(Head Seemstress)
Age: 14
Height:145 cm
Birthday:20/5/1900(fun fact:20 May, which is today in my time (HB MY BBG), is national Crystal day!)
(HEYY I’m so hyped to finally be doing this, But this is my first art of Suigetsu and I thought it was fitting to post it tonight on her birthday, feel free to ask any questions and leave any (respectful)comments you like , and I hope you
like her!)
I've just finish it!! I hope you like it!!!
During her time as a cat, Kiriko (u/Millenniauld) got to play with her and do silly things with her when they weren't cuddling.
Thanks to Ma queen TanTan for this amazing bd art (which was finished before I had even finished with my own lol) and I just wanna say I adore how Sui looks in her artstyle,and she has really helped me through the process designing Suigetsu <3 🌺 ❤️💓💗💖💘💝💟❤️
Wind was pushed against the brown - amber wings of the African Fish Eagle as it soared through the sky. It carried a note hung around its neck. As it was in the air, it was trying so hard not to shed a tear. For its whole flight, the urge to cry out and screech was overwhelming after the events it had witnessed. But the eagle didn’t; its face stayed neutral as it dove down into the woods of Japan and slowly began approaching a large mansion. As it neared, butterflies and wisteria filled its line of sight.
The eagle glided through the trees until it reached the front doors of the estate. In the courtyard, several of the butterfly girls were doing their duties, and a few demon slayers were there as well training. Yet they all noticed the eagle enter. When the Fish Eagle approached the door, it stood there silent, as if it was unsure of what to do.
But then, without a second thought, the eagle went up to the wooden door and used its beak to peck profusely. It then sat down on the ground, patiently waiting. A few minutes passed before the knob twisted, and one of the Butterfly girls stepped out. They looked down at the foreign bird, noticing the note wrapped around its neck.
The girl bent down to pick up the eagle, but it ignored her and flew past her. Whether the eagle didn’t want anyone to see their tears, or it was just too focused on its task, they didn’t want to give anyone the chance to find out. It flew inside the estate without hesitation and found the Insect Hashira’s room. It took a while, but they made it.
The eagle sat in front of the Hashira’s room patiently before she came out to spot them.
Shinobu stilled as she saw Adanna’s Eagle.
She knew what it meant. When a crow - or eagle - comes back without their Slayer. She knew all too well.
Without speaking, Shinobu bent down and unwrapped the letter from the eagle’s neck.
It read:
Greetings Hashira,
You don’t know me, but I am Adanna’s husband from overseas. I’ve written this letter to inform you that she’s deceased. She fought valiantly in battle against a very powerful demon that has been giving our country trouble for some time now.
Please, when you get the chance, pass the message along to my daughter, Melody Ugochukwu. I’ve been informed that she’s staying alone in a one-story house in the woods of Japan. I’ve even received a map of its location from Adanna before she passed. So, if you please, send someone out there and make sure she’s alright.
Sincerely,
Chidubem Ugochukwu
Shinobu carefully folded the paper and gave it back to the Fish Eagle, and sent them on their way. The Eagle left through her open window and continued on to the rest of the Hashira.
As for Shinobu, she was making one thing her priority now.
And it was finding that little girl.
P.S, I literally forgot that the crows in Demon Slayer cawed out to the rest that their slayer is dead while writing this.
No limit, im actually in a good mood for sketch rn and I would love to draw them <3
Why? Doma killed aiko sister kanea,then he literally turned her big brother into a demon,and killed her.
For renna it because she is the descendants of Kokushibo like Muichiro, and she hates how he betrayed his family's
I want to do Fujiko's thoughts on y'all's ocs. So please comment at least a few sentences about them and a picture. I want to do as many as I can!
This is essentially just me dumping information about her to rememeber.
Yoshi Tsubasa
21
Avian Hashira
Fav food:Yakitori
ISFJ
165cm
65kgs
Birthday: Feburary 4th
Crow name:(its actually a parrot instead)Tofu A female alexandrine parrot that is very possesive over Tsubasa and attacks others on sight. She gets along with Muichiro's crow Ginkgo since theyre bothe similarly spoiled by their masters.(Yeah i inserted my actually pet,shes very bitey when it comes to anyone but me handling her)
Backstory: Tsubasa first met Sanemi Shinazugawa when they were kids,He found her crying near a riverbank late in the evening.She was afraid to go home because her father was angry again.Sanemi offered to walk her back home and explain things so she wouldn't be punished.
As kids Sanemi often spent his free time at her house, sometimes bringing his siblings. Tsubasa's home wasnt perfect but it was calmer than his and her parents behaved better when guests were around. Over time the two became very close.
After Tsubasa's mother died her father tried to become a better person but due to the past abuse Tsubasa struggled to forgive him.The relationship remained strained but not violent.
Not long after the tragedy involving Sanemi's family and before leaving home for good,distancing himself from Genya Shinazugawa, Sanemi went to say goodbye to Tsubasa. Instead of letting him leave alone,she chose to run away and follow him.
While wandering,Sanemi began hunting demons on his own often using himself as live bait. Tsubasa wanted to help but Sanemi refused to let her.Later they met Masachika Kumeno who introduced them to a trainer connected to the Demon Slayer Corps. Tsubasa learned wind breathing at first but it needed too much strength and didn't suit her,so she developed her own breathing style. Avian Breathing.
Excited to prove herself,Tsubasa became reckless during one early fight and was severely injured which resulted in a long scar on her back and being out of commission for almost a month.After this incident she took demon hunting more seriously and had a calmer approach to fights.
Even so her hatred of demons remained as strong as ever.She believed she was delivering justice though a part of her found herself immersed in the thrill of the fight and the harm inflicted on the demons.Later in a joint mission with Tanjiro who called her out on her act managed to shake her up and she started to question her motivations for demon hunting.
Later she repeatedly tried to reconnect Sanemi with Genya,often inviting him to the estate she shared with Sanemi. Eventually Genya started visiting and she became the supportive older sibling figure to him, something Sanemi struggled with due to his trauma.
Despite how close they were, Tsubasa and Sanemi never became a couple during most of their time as Hashira. Tsubasa understood that Sanemi feared losing people he loved,so both of them quietly ignored their feelings.
After the defeat of Muzan Kibutsuji and the disbanding of the corps they finally admitted their feelings. Knowing they likely only had a few years left due to their marks and injuries,they married soon after and chose to spend the rest of their time together peacefully.
Breathing styles: Wind breathing. Avian breathing .
Avian breathing:First form: feathered wing cut A swift horizontal slash that slices through air like a bird gliding on a breeze,very precise.
Second form: skyward flight thrust A rising thrust aimed diagonally upward,evoking the motion of a bird taking its first leap into the sky
Third form: wing flurry burst A rapid series of slashes that mimic the rapid flapping of wings of a humming bird, keeping opponents off balance
Fourth form: feather drift step A swift sidestep paired with a curved strike to mimic the drifting of a feather in breeze
Fifth form: gale wing sweep Wide sweeping attack that utilizes momentum like a flap of a wing generating a gust
Sixth form: soaring crescent arc A high arc like strike similar to a bird soaring in a crescent trajectory upwards like the 2nd form
Seventh form: feathered sky pierce A focused piercing stab that cuts forward like the pointed dive of a raptor/bird of prey idk
Eighth form: whispering wing spiral A spiral blade motion that bonds the air into a twisting current.
Ninth form: wing-gale crossing Two swift sweeping slashes in quick succession, representing crossing wingbeats against the wind
Tenth form: Azure feather storm A broader more intense technique that conjures the imagery of feather swirling in a stormy sky
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# RELATIONSHIPS
ʚ ɞ Shinazugawa Sanemi:
Close friends of 10 years. They have essentially grown up together, witnessing each other at their best and worst. They have a mutual understanding and dont really need communicate with a lot of words after. Tsubasa respects his strength and mental fortitude to be still standing and working to protect others. His tragedy was a big reason for her deep resentment towards demons and afterwards the death of her comrades and good friend Masachika. As they had stayed together from a young age, even as hashiras they chose to share a living space, leading a fragile domestic life that may end anytime soon if one of them perishes.
ʚ ɞ Shinazugawa Genya
Close friend and ally, someone she sees as family. Having known Genya for years she has devel oped deep attachment to him like an older sister. She feels sad seeing the brothers in conflict but she understands its not her place to meddle. Even so she cant help but comfort the young one when she can and ask the older Shinazugawa to be a little gentler on him.
ʚ ɞ Masachika Kumeno
An older brother figure. Masachika and Tsubasa shared a familial bond during their experience as slayers. Unfortunately their time together was cut short due to the Lower Moon 1 demon of that time "Ubume". Mashachika's death made Tsubasa who she is currently. His death made Tsubasa far more reckless than she ever was as a teenager, which led to her encountering a really strong demon, leaving her injured and near death due to which she was out of comission. After healing from her injuries, she encountered the same demon again. However this time she was able to kill it. That was her 50th demon kill which was also why she became a hashira. The day before her first Hashira meeting summon, she visited Masachika's grave to pay her respect and leave behind her old immature self, turning into the calm and gentle Tsubasa everyone knows.
ʚ ɞ Mitsuri Kanroji
Her best friend, she enjoys Kanroji's companionship a lot and really cherishes her. She feels comforted by Mitsuri's sweet and loving personality. If she ever feels upset or is unable to calm down by herself, Mitsuri is the person she goes to. For now she wishes to enjoy some time leisurely with her. She also wants Mitsuri to grow as a person and not let her self worth be determined by her ability to be a bride but since Mitsuri wants to find a man for herself, she hopes its atleast someone worthy of her and treats her kindly with lots of love and care.
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So sorry for the wall of text (･ัω･ั)
(Art by u/my_dear_melanch0ly)
So what does that do?
“Humanity’s Verdict: Death” is not directly tied to Steel Breathing, but instead comes from a reforged style from “Humanity’s Vision.” The technique pushes the user’s perception and eyesight to their absolute limit, allowing them to lock onto and strike targets with extreme precision
But what I’m referring to here is the first factor
Anyone Hagane looks at begins to feel as if humanity itself is judging them. Not just their appearance, but their actions, choices, and entire existence. They may even start hearing faint voices in their mind
This is a side effect of the “fury” component of the technique, which constantly analyzes the target to determine the most effective way to attack. Because of this, the victim’s mind interprets it as being evaluated like a tool or a piece of art being judged for its value, usefulness, and flaws
So how does your OC experience it? What do they hear? And what are they being judged for in that moment?
(Note: this technique was used only on muzan and even he felt slight of shame and guilt)
Bring your deerstalker hats and magnifying glasses 🔎
You’re going to need them
The root protruded slightly from the ground, hidden among rotting leaves and damp earth. Astar, perhaps because of the heavy tears blurring her vision, did not see it.
Her foot caught on it, and the world tumbled forward. The impact was sharp: her chin against the ground, a dull thud, then a metallic taste that filled her mouth. She lay there for a moment, motionless, her breath ragged and her trembling hands sinking into the mud. Then the pain hit her all at once.
A groan escaped her lips, but it was immediately stifled. Her fingers clenched into the earth as if she could disappear into it. She couldn’t make a sound. She mustn’t make a sound: the forest around her was too silent, too alive. Astar slowly lifted her head. Her chin throbbed, warm and sticky. Blood dripped down, sliding along her neck. She could feel it, every drop. And she hated it.
Because that smell, sweet, thick, and nauseating, was the same. The same smell that filled the house…the memory crashed down on her without mercy: Broken wood, a scream, no, two. Then just one. That horrible, slimy, wet sound, like flesh being torn apart.
Astar brought a hand to her mouth, stifling a retch. Her shoulders began to shake, but no sound came out. Her eyes, wide open, stared into the void, while images she didn’t want to see kept chasing her.
Her mother, her hands…or rather, her claws sunk into her father’s contorted body, his face now ravaged by lacerations that rendered it unrecognizable.
And the smile.
That smile that hadn’t been human for a long time.
And the eyes.
Empty. Hungry.
Red.
Astar squeezed her eyes shut tightly, as if she could erase it all. But the blood was still there: on her hands, on the floor…everywhere.
And a part of her, a part she hated with all her being, had recognized that smell. She had understood it. She had… desired it. A sob shook her chest.
“No… I’m not…”
The words died before they could even form, and the forest answered her silence: a faint rustle, barely perceptible, yet far too close.
Astar stiffened, trying to blend into the wet soil beneath her: she wasn’t alone. Her breathing grew slower, more cautious, as her body reacted even before her mind could comprehend. Her muscles tensed, her senses sharpened… something was moving among the trees, something that wasn’t walking: it was gliding. A very thin thread cut through the air in front of her, almost invisible in the dim moonlight.
Then another.
And yet another.
Astar didn’t have time to react; something brushed against her neck: a light, precise cut. Blood gushed out again.
And the forest held its breath.
A shadow moved among the branches, then another and yet another, slender, twisted figures, eyes shining in the dark: family.
Not human. They approached slowly, like curious predators. One of them tilted its head; another took a deep breath.
Astar felt their breath on her neck and narrowed her eyes, as if bracing for an impact that never came: they stopped. A sudden, tense, and surreal silence followed, which could mean only one thing: confusion.
Astar sensed it even before she understood it. The eyes staring at her were no longer just hungry. They were… uncertain.
“This smell…”
A whisper, broken, almost annoyed. The cobwebs around her trembled slightly, as if something in the air had changed. Astar didn’t move a millimeter; she didn’t even allow herself to breathe. The blood continued to trickle, slowly, down her skin.
And for a very long moment, predator and prey remained suspended in the same space. Then one of the demons took a step back, barely perceptible, but it was enough. Astar was no longer mere prey.
And in the woods, under the moon’s invisible gaze, something had changed. Astar felt it. She wasn’t safe. But she wasn’t just… a victim anymore either.
Made with the help of u/zuomarechi1