HELLO. THIS IS MY SECOND STORY SO IT MIGHT BE A BIT CRINGE. PLEASE NO HATE. THANK YOU!


Tanjiro was nervous. Final selection was the only thing standing between him and being a demon slayer. He just had to survive seven nights. He turned around to see his fellow candidates. One of them stood out though. They were the shortest and possibly youngest candidate in the group. They were a person in a blue and purple hayori. Tanjoro could clearly smell their determination to survive, however Tanjiro could also smell something not demon nor human behind the short candidate. His chain of thoughts were interrupted as the other candidates left meaning the start of final selection.


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