Percy's eyelids fluttered open, the sound of a voice ringing in his ears. "Hey, get up. Hey! Come on! Come on, bastard. How long are you gonna sleep? Get up already!"
Groaning, Percy struggled to regain his bearings. He pushed himself up, feeling the ache in his muscles as he realized he was tied up with his hands behind his back and unable to move freely. He looked around, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. Beside him, Tanjiro stirred, and Percy felt a wave of relief knowing his friend was also awake and seemingly unharmed.
"What happened?" Percy mumbled, his voice slightly hoarse. He searched his memory, recalling the intense battle with the spider-like Oni and the mysterious man who had knocked him out. His thoughts shifted to Inosuke, hoping their boisterous companion was safe.
As Percy surveyed their surroundings, he noticed they were standing in a beautifully manicured garden. The vibrant colors of blooming flowers and the gentle scent of nature filled the air. Ahead of them stood a grand house, its architecture elegant and imposing.
A feminine voice broke the silence, snapping Percy's attention back to the present. "Don't be so distracted, you fool! You are in front of the Hashiras!"
Percy's eyes widened, his mind racing to make sense of the situation. "Hashiras?" he thought, his thoughts intermingling with his memories of Gyomei and his encounter with the Stone Hashira.
With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, Percy turned around to face the nine figures standing before him. Each one emanated an aura of strength and authority, their presence commanding respect. He took a moment to observe their distinct appearances, admiring the uniqueness of each Hashira.
Percy's attention first settled on the familiar form of Gyomei, his towering figure commanding attention. Despite his massive size, there was a certain tranquility in his stance, his hands held together in a prayer-like gesture. Percy could sense the strength that radiated from him. Even though Percy knows the man is blind, he couldn't help but get the feeling that Gyomei was looking straight at him.
Next to Gyomei stood a woman with a gentle smile, captivating Percy's focus. Despite her petite stature, she emanated an air of serenity and grace that called for attention. Her purple eyes sparkled with warmth and kindness, drawing Percy in. He took notice of the intricate butterfly pin adorning her short black and purple hair, a charming detail that added to her enchanting presence.
Her attire, a purple uniform with a white haori featuring pink ends and straight lines, accentuated her elegance. She wore hakama pants and completed her ensemble with purple socks and white sandals.
Percy's gaze then shifted to the third figure, a young boy, his eyes fixed in a distant, almost detached manner. The boy's long black hair cascaded down his back, adorned with light blue ends that contrasted with his dark locks. His vacant expression hinted at a deeper contemplation, as if his thoughts resided in a world separate from the present. Clad in a traditional black haori with a white lining, a white belt securing his attire, and hakama pants, the boy stood with an air of mystery and enigma.
Percy turned to look at the fourth figure, a man with a tall and imposing stature. His muscular build spoke of his strength and resilience, accentuated by his short, spiky white hair that seemed to defy gravity. His sharp, angular features and intense gaze added to his commanding presence. Percy couldn't help but notice the multitude of scars that marred his forehead and arms, a testament to the countless battles he had endured. Clad in the same uniform as the young boy, the man's unbuttoned shirt revealed his chiseled and battle-worn physique.
The fifth Hashira was a man who stood tall and exuded an air of strength and confidence. His well-built and muscular physique spoke of his rigorous training and physical prowess. What caught Percy's attention the most was the vibrant, fiery mane of hair that adorned his head. It was a brilliant shade of yellow and crimson, resembling a blazing flame that seemed to dance and flicker with a life of its own. The intensity of his hair color mirrored the fervent passion that burned within his gaze, creating an aura of determination and unwavering resolve.
Clad in the same uniform as his comrades, the Hashira wore a black haori with a white lining, the symbol of his rank proudly displayed. His fiery hair contrasted against the dark fabric, creating a striking visual that made him stand out among the group.
The sixth Hashira caught Percy's attention, causing a faint blush to creep onto his cheeks. Her vibrant and luscious pink hair with green ends, flowing in three braids that cascaded down past her waist, seemed to radiate a playful and carefree energy. Two of her braids fell over each shoulder, while the third one ran over her back. The striking color stood out against her fair complexion, giving her an almost ethereal and otherworldly presence.
Her large and expressive eyes, a captivating shade of light green, drew Percy's attention, their gaze brimming with warmth and kindness. Her heart-shaped face was adorned with rosy cheeks that added to her perpetually youthful and innocent appearance. But as he was looking at her, it was her smile that truly captivated him, as it radiated genuine joy and seemed to brighten the surrounding atmosphere.
As Percy's gaze shifted downward, he couldn't help but notice the unique style of her uniform. Her skirt, reaching only the middle of her thighs, seemed to be a size or two too short. Green leggings covered the rest of her legs, reaching mid-thigh, perfectly matching her eyes. Completing her lower half attire were pink sandals that added a touch of whimsy to her overall appearance.
Her shirt had the second and third buttons unfastened, revealing a generous amount of her ample bosom. Percy, conscious of his manners, quickly averted his gaze, feeling his cheeks getting hotter. He refocused his attention to the next figure, determined to maintain his composure in front of the Hashiras.
The next Hashira also commanded attention. Towering in height, though slightly shorter than Gyomei, he possessed a well-built physique, his muscles visibly defined, particularly in his thick, muscular arms. His striking white hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, cascading at shoulder length, while his wine-colored eyes seemed to hold an air of intensity. A distinctive red tattoo adorned his left eye while a bandanna adorned his forehead, embellished with shimmering stones that caught the light, giving him an air of extravagance. Percy couldn't help but notice the alternating green and wine-colored nail polish on his nails, a subtle detail that hinted at his vibrant nature. Completing his ensemble was a golden ring encircling his biceps, a testament to his flashy style.
Percy's gaze shifted towards the eighth Hashira, only to find him perched on a branch of a nearby tree, slightly distanced from the rest of the group. With medium-length black hair that grazed his shoulders, he exuded an air of intrigue. His face concealed behind a mask, leaving only his eyes visible. Percy took notice of the snake coiled around his neck, a slithering companion that added an enigmatic touch to his presence. The Hashira's eyes held a captivating duality, one a piercing shade of yellow and the other a vibrant green, creating an intriguing contrast.
As Percy's gaze traveled to the final figure, he felt a flicker of recognition. It was the man who had knocked him out, standing even farther away from the rest of the group, seemingly aloof and detached from the scene unfolding before him. Dressed in the same uniform as before, there were no visible wounds on his person, a testament to his skill and ability to navigate the battle unscathed. Percy couldn't help but marvel at the man's prowess, realizing that this individual had come to their rescue without even receiving a single blow.
A mixture of curiosity and wariness filled Percy's thoughts as he pondered the true nature and intentions of the man who had rendered him unconscious. With all the nine Hashiras now accounted for, the weight of their presence pressed upon him, each one a pillar of strength and authority within the Demon Slayer Corps.
Percy remembered the man telling him he would need to give an explanation for controlling the water, and knew that this encounter would shape his path and his own role in the battle against the forces of darkness as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.
Percy's mind raced as he absorbed the tense atmosphere and the words exchanged among the Hashiras. The woman in purple attire declared, "Tanjiro Kamado. This is the headquarters of the demon hunters. You are on trial right now."
Percy's brows furrowed in concern, wondering what Tanjiro could have done to warrant such a trial. Before he could dwell on it, though, the man with fire-like hair voiced his opinion with an intensity that reverberated through the air. He vehemently declared, "There is no need for a trial here! Protecting a demon is a clear violation of conduct! We can deal with it by ourselves! We'll decapitate every demon!"
The Hashira with the flashy gems interjected, saying, "Then let me cut her head off flamboyantly. I'll show I can spray the blood more flamboyantly than anyone else. I'll be a flamboyant flamboyance."
Gyomei, shedding silent tears, spoke mournfully, "Ah... What a shoddy child she is. How sorrowful. It's so sorrowful that she was born into this world."
As most of the Hashira began to agree, saying they should kill the demon right away, Percy gathered the information they just displayed. He thought to himself, "It seems they found out about Tanjiro keeping Nezuko alive. This is not good."
The man perched on the tree spoke with a hint of sadistic anticipation, his words dripping with a desire for retribution. "More importantly, what are we going to do about Tomioka?" he questioned, his tone laced with a twisted sense of satisfaction. "I have a headache not seeing him bound there. According to Kocho, Tomioka violated demon hunter conduct as well. How will we deal with him? How will we make him take responsibility? How are we gonna make him suffer?"
Percy's concern deepened at the mention of Tomioka's transgressions. Was he also being judged for saving them? Was this the reason he was so far away? He knew that the situation had escalated far beyond their initial expectations. The weight of their actions and the consequences they now faced loomed heavily over them.
In this critical moment, Percy understood the importance of presenting a compelling case, of finding a way to appeal to the Hashiras' sense of justice and understanding. He knew that their fate, and the fate of Tanjiro and Nezuko, hung in the balance. So, he decided to speak up.
"Look," Percy began, his voice steady and filled with conviction. "I can only assume you are talking about Nezuko, the girl Tanjiro carries with him who is also his sister. But I've been with her on multiple occasions, and I've never seen her be anything other than harmless. If she were a true demon, she would've tried to eat me, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and every other human she's met."
He was abruptly interrupted by the woman who had awakened him, scolding him for his lack of etiquette. Percy lowered his gaze, understanding the gravity of his mistake. However, it was the woman with the purple uniform who addressed him with curiosity.
"Oh my, and who might you be?" she asked, her voice filled with intrigue. Percy straightened his posture, showing respect. "My name is Percy Jackson," he replied. "I've done a few missions along with Tanjiro, and I could bet my life on the fact that Nezuko is just as harmless as any human."
Tanjiro chimed in, his voice filled with earnestness. "Percy's right! Nezuko has helped me protect humans before! She..." His words were cut short by a deep cough, causing him to hunch forward. The woman approached Tanjiro, offering him water and painkillers.
"Well, regarding Tomioka, it's fine, right?" she said, her tone hinting at a leniency towards the situation. "He followed me without causing a ruckus. We can think of a punishment later. More importantly... I want to hear this story. I also want to know why Tomioka brought Percy here along."
Percy's heart skipped a beat, knowing that the moment of truth had arrived. He watched as the woman approached him, ready to offer assistance. However, her puzzlement at his lack of injuries was evident.
"Oh, you don't have any injuries. How is that? There were a lot of powerful Oni in that mount," she inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity. Percy hesitated for a moment, his mind racing to find the right words to reveal his secret, his connection to the water and his unique healing abilities.
Percy turned his attention to the man on the tree, who spoke up once again, his voice laced with cynicism and skepticism. "I don't care about why he was brought along," he scoffed. "And don't spit out stupid rash remarks so successfully. For starters, of course the Oni would protect her family. I can't trust anything you're saying. And I won't trust them."
The man's words hung in the air, punctuating the doubts and mistrust that permeated the discussion. Percy could sense the tension growing, the divide between belief and skepticism widening among the Hashiras. It became evident that convincing them would be a formidable task, requiring more than just words.
However, the girl with pink hair spoke up, her voice carrying a hint of shyness. Her words resonated with a sense of reason and caution.
"Umm... but I have a question," she began tentatively. "It doesn't seem like the Master has grasped this situation yet. Can we deal with this situation on our own? We should wait until he arrives..."
Her suggestion hung in the air, opening the possibility of patience and a more informed decision-making process. Percy felt a glimmer of hope, realizing that the arrival of their Master might bring clarity and a fair judgment to their predicament.
"Whoa, whoa. This got interesting." Percy turned around to look at who spoke, and what he saw made him internally groan. The Hashira with spiky white hair and various scars was behind them, holding the box that carries Nezuko high with one hand. "Of course," Percy thought sarcastically. "We just can't have things happen the easy way." The tension in the air grew palpable as Percy's sarcastic thoughts echoed in his mind. It seemed that a tranquil resolution was not in the cards for them.
The woman who had awakened them pleaded, her voice tinged with panic, "Lord Shinazugawa, please let go of the box." However, her plea fell on deaf ears as the man, Shinazugawa, addressed Tanjiro directly with contemptuous words.
"So you're the idiotic member who brought the demon," Shinazugawa sneered. "What the hell are you planning to do?"
The woman in purple interjected, her voice soft but laced with anger. "Please, Shinazugawa, don't act on your own." However, her words were met with disdain as Shinazugawa continued his tirade.
"What's a demon to you, kiddo?" he spat. "You think you can fight alongside it as a demon hunter, protecting people? Well, let me tell you, that's impossible, you moron!"
The room filled with tension as Shinazugawa's disdainful words echoed through the air. Suddenly, with a swift motion, Shinazugawa drew his Nichirin sword and, with a single hand, plunged it through Nezuko's box. Percy's anger surged within him at the sight of Nezuko's blood staining the sword's tip. He couldn't bear to witness her suffering. But before he could act, Tanjiro, driven by his anger, rose to his feet and rushed towards Shinazugawa, ignoring the restraints that bound his hands.
"Hashira or whatever, I'll never forgive anyone who hurts my sister!" Tanjiro shouted, determination blazing in his eyes.
As Tanjiro closed in on Shinazugawa, the Hashira laughed maniacally at the low ranking slayer standing up to him. The glint in Shinazugawa's eyes revealed his sadistic anticipation. However, a sudden cry halted their clash. "Stop! The Master is arriving!" Tomioka's urgent plea disrupted the tense standoff, causing Shinazugawa to hesitate for a moment.
Seizing the moment, Tanjiro propelled himself into the air, delivering a powerful headbutt directly to Shinazugawa's nose. The sound of the impact momentarily silenced the chaos that installed itself in the garden.
Percy's attention shifted towards the source of a snort, a failed attempt to hide laughter. He noticed the pink-haired woman with both hands covering her face, her shy voice apologizing. "I'm so sorry," she said, clearly finding amusement in the situation.
Refocusing on Tanjiro, Percy watched as he wrestled the box from Shinazugawa's grip, the Hashira now clutching his bleeding nose. Tanjiro's voice resonated with determination as he spoke, "If you can't distinguish between good demons and bad ones, you have no place as a Hashira!"
Shinazugawa, fueled by rage, retorted, "Damn you... I'll rip you to shreds!" He rushed towards Tanjiro, blade in hand, ready to unleash his fury. Realizing the imminent danger, Percy knew he had to act swiftly. Rising to his feet, he sprinted towards them, his hands still bound. Drawing Riptide from his pocket, he uncapped it, pointing the pen towards the ropes. With a swift motion, the blade emerged, severing the ropes that restrained him.
Positioning himself in front of Tanjiro, Percy intercepted Shinazugawa's strike with his own sword, the clash of metal reverberating in the air. The expression of shock on Shinazugawa's face at being blocked gave Percy a smug satisfaction, and he observed how the Hashira had aimed to strike Tanjiro with the flat of his blade, a display of dominance rather than an intention to kill.
"What the hell are you doing?" Percy questioned, his tone filled with poison. "As a Hashira, shouldn't you know that it's forbidden to raise your blade against a fellow demon slayer? Where is your sense of duty?"
The weight of Percy's words pierced Shinazugawa's conscience, and a moment of shame and regret washed over the enraged Hashira, causing him to lower both his sword and gaze in acknowledgement of his misconduct.
A different feminine voice announcing the Master's arrival broke the tension in the air, capturing Percy's attention. He turned towards the large doors of the manor, where two small girls stood, their resemblance to the ones who had guided him during the final selection strikingly familiar.
As the doors swung open, a man emerged, accompanied by the two girls who held his hands, guiding his steps. "So you have come, my cute swordsmen," he greeted them in a calm and soothing voice, emanating an aura of tranquility. Percy observed the man's attire, a black one-piece garment adorned with a white haori. The skin on the top half of his head was of a light purple, with veins visibly protruding, while his white eyes, devoid of light, hinted at his blindness.
The newly arrived Master addressed the gathering, his voice filled with warmth. "Good morning, everybody. We have some really nice weather today. Is the sky blue?" he inquired, displaying a serene demeanor even in the face of the intense situation.
The Master didn't wait for an answer to his question as he continued, his words resonating with a sense of joy. "Our members have gathered for the Hashira meeting that we hold once every six months, as usual. I find this pleasurable," he expressed, exuding a sense of contentment.
In that moment, Percy's peripheral vision caught sight of Shinazugawa making a sudden movement. Before he could react, the Hashira swiftly flanked him, gripping both Percy and Tanjiro by their heads and forcing them down towards the ground in a deep bow. Initially taken aback, Percy soon understood the reason behind Shinazugawa's action as he witnessed all the Hashira bowing down on one knee, displaying utmost respect.
With sincerity in his voice, Shinazugawa spoke, "We find it most honorable to be in your presence, Master. We eagerly pray for much happiness upon you." Percy observed the transformation in Shinazugawa's demeanor, marvelling at how he appeared like an entirely different person from moments ago. The Master acknowledged his words with gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Sanemi," appreciating the display of reverence.
"Let me humbly say," Sanemi Shinazugawa continued, his voice filled with respect. "There is a soldier present in the Hashira meeting named Tanjiro Kamado who has brought a demon. Another soldier named Percy Jackson is here as well, brought by Tomioka. I would like to explain the scenario. Will you allow me?"
The Master, with his serene demeanor, responded calmly. "I see. I'm sorry he has surprised you all. I have given my approval for Tanjiro and Nezuko. So I want everyone here to accept them. But I do wish to know why you brought young Percy here, Giyuu."
Percy couldn't avoid feeling a wave of relief wash over him as he heard the Master's words. While the situation was about to reveal his own secret, he found solace in knowing that his friends would be accepted and protected. The deep respect that the Hashira held for the Master assured him that they would adhere to his wishes, ensuring the safety of Tanjiro and Nezuko.
Percy observed the varied reactions of the Hashira as they voiced their opinions, each with their own concerns and perspectives. Gyomei's tear-filled eyes reflected his reluctance to give consent as he said, "Ahh... Even though the Master wishes us to do so, I am reluctant to give consent."
The Hashira with the flashy style vehemently opposed the idea, stating, "I also flamboyantly oppose this. I can never accept a demon hunter who brings a demon along." The girl with pink hair expressed her loyalty to the Master, saying, "I will abide by all your accordances, Master," while holding her hands together.
The young boy with black and blue hair spoke in a toneless voice, "Either way's fine for me... I'll just forget right away." The man with the snake warned, "Don't trust them, don't trust them. We all hate demons to begin with." The man with the flame-like hair declared loudly, "I respect you from deep within, but I can't understand your thinking! I completely oppose this!"
And finally, Sanemi reiterated his stance, saying, "We are the demon hunters who annihilate all the demons. I wish to punish both Kamado and Tomioka!"
The Master maintained his serene expression as he instructed, "The letter." One of the girls gracefully retrieved a folded sheet of paper from her clothes and began to read, "We received this letter from the former Hashira, Sakonji Urokodaki. I will read and extract from it."
Percy felt a mixture of relief and surprise. Relief that their situation seemed to be turning in their favor, but also surprise that Mr. Urokodaki, their mentor, had been a former Hashira all along and had never revealed this fact to them. His curiosity piqued, Percy listened intently as the girl started reading the letter.
"Master, please forgive Tanjiro for being with a demon," she recited. "Nezuko has a tenacious spirit, and she regains some human reasoning. Even when she's starving, she doesn't eat humans, and she has stayed that way for more than two years. You may find this sudden and difficult to believe, but this is the unmistakable truth. If by any chance Nezuko ever attacks someone, Tanjiro Kamado, as well as Sakonji Urokodaki and Giyuu Tomioka, will cut their own stomachs open as an apology."
Sanemi remained unconvinced, his stubbornness refusing to yield. "What should I care if they are going to kill themselves?" he retorted sharply. "If they want to die, they can just die and rot away. There is no guarantee in all this."
His sentiments were echoed by the Hashira with yellow hair, who added, "Shinazugawa is right! If she kills and eats someone, nothing can be undone! The innocent will remain dead!"
The Master's calm voice resonated through the garden as he responded, "That is very true. They can't guarantee that she won't attack people. But you can't prove she'll attack someone either. The truth is that Nezuko has been living without eating people for more than two years. And because of her, three people are putting their lives on the line. And to deny this, the deniers have to present something more than what is here."
A profound silence settled over the garden, each Hashira processing the weight of the Master's words. "Besides, Tanjiro has come into contact with Kibutsuji," he continued.
Like the others, Percy's eyes widened, his mind swirling with a whirlwind of questions. Tanjiro had encountered the very lord of the demons? Why had he never mentioned it before? How was he still alive after such a perilous encounter?
Every Hashira in the garden gasped in collective surprise. The revelation that Tanjiro had come into contact with Kibutsuji stirred a flurry of questions and speculation. The air was filled with a chorus of voices, each expressing their curiosity and astonishment.
"That can't be..."
"We pillars have never even come in contact with him, and this guy has?"
The questions cascaded through the garden like a rushing river. "What did he look like? His abilities? Where is he?" some inquired, desperate for any details about the elusive lord of demons. Other asked, "Did you fight? What was Kibutsuji doing? Have the headquarters been located?"
Percy, too, had an onslaught of questions swirling in his mind. However, he made a silent vow to save them for a later time, when he and Tanjiro could have a private and calmer conversation. The weight of the present moment called for focus and restraint, as the fate of his friends and their acceptance into the Demon Slayer Corps hung in the balance.
With deliberate calmness, the Master raised a single finger to his lips, demanding absolute silence from his disciples. The chaos that had engulfed the garden subsided as quickly as it had erupted, all eyes now fixed on him. The hushed atmosphere permeated the air, anticipation and curiosity mingling in equal measure.
"You see," the Master began, his voice steady and measured. "Kibutsuji has come after Tanjiro, and yet, Tanjiro managed to shake his pursuer loose. While the reason for this may be as simple as tying loose ends, I am inclined to believe that something unexpected has occurred for Kibutsuji. And this may hold true for Nezuko as well. Do you understand?"
One by one, the Hashira nodded slowly, the weight of the Master's words settling upon them. His wisdom and discernment guided their actions, instilling a sense of trust and unity. However, Sanemi remained steadfast in his doubt, his conviction unyielding. In a startling display, he said "I do not understand, Master. We can let humans live, but demons must not. I cannot consent" and unsheathed his sword and swiftly slashed his own forearm, crimson blood staining the cobblestone floor.
Percy's eyes widened in concern and confusion at the sight before him. Thoughts raced through his mind, questions forming like thunderclouds. "What is he planning to do?" he pondered, his gaze fixed on Sanemi.
Sanemi's voice resonated with determination and a twisted sense of purpose as he addressed the Master, his intention clear. "Master! I will now present to you the ugliness of what we call Onis! Hey demon! It's time to eat! Sink your teeth into this!" With those words, he began to drip his own blood into the cut he had made on Nezuko's box.
Percy's eyes widened in horror, understanding Sanemi's plan all too well. His heart raced with desperation as he silently pleaded with Nezuko to resist the temptations that threatened to cloud her mind. "Please, Nezuko," he implored inwardly, "don't let it consume you."
But to Tanjiro and Percy's relief, moments passed without any reaction from Nezuko. Hope began to flicker in Percy's chest, only to be extinguished as the man with the snake intervened. "Shinazugawa, you can't do it in the sunlight. The Oni won't come out unless you go to the shade."
Sanemi, showing a semblance of humility, immediately bowed deeply before the Master. "Master, please forgive my rudeness," he uttered, his voice laced with sincerity. Holding Nezuko's box securely in his grasp, he gracefully leaped over the Master's head, heading towards a shaded area near the entrance of the house.
In an instant, Tanjiro's voice filled the air, a desperate cry born from his love for his sister. "Nezuko! Stop!" he shouted, attempting to rush forward and intervene. But before he could reach her, the Hashira with snake-like qualities appeared seemingly out of nowhere, swiftly restraining Tanjiro and pressing him forcefully against the ground.
Percy's eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation before him. Tanjiro's struggling form lay beneath the firm grip of the Hashira, his breaths growing increasingly labored. Ignoring the looks he is getting from the other Hashira, Percy stood up from his bow, his voice resolute as he addressed Tanjiro's captor.
"He is barely breathing. Let him go," Percy demanded, his tone unwavering.
The Hashira raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on Percy. "And if I don't?" he challenged.
Percy's expression hardened, his determination shining through. "I'll make you," he declared, his voice laced with conviction.
With controlled breaths and a focused mind, Percy swiftly executed a feint, utilizing his agility and speed to outmaneuver the surprised Hashira. The unexpected maneuver caught everyone off guard, their eyes widening in astonishment as Percy successfully freed Tanjiro from a Hashira's grasp.
Tanjiro, gratitude etched on his face, moved instinctively toward Nezuko, who had already emerged from the box and fixated her hungry gaze on Sanemi. However, Percy reached out, firmly gripping Tanjiro's arm to hold him back, his own eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination.
"Tanjiro, trust Nezuko," Percy implored, his voice filled with conviction. "This is the chance to show everyone that she won't hurt anyone. We have to trust your sister on this one."
Tanjiro's shoulders slumped in defeat, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He bowed his head, his trust wavering yet understanding the importance of this pivotal moment. "Please, Nezuko… please…" he whispered faintly to the ground.
The tension in the air was palpable as all eyes focused on Nezuko, her gaze fixed on Sanemi's bloodied arm. Saliva spilled from her bamboo muzzle, and veins bulged on her forehead, courtesy of her primal instincts. The garden held its breath, awaiting Nezuko's next move, unsure of what her response would be.
Seconds stretched into an eternity, the weight of the moment pressing upon everyone. Then, as if gaining control over her inner turmoil, Nezuko turned her head away from the Hashira with a disgusted "Humph." Droplets of sweat glistened on her forehead, evidence of her internal struggle.
A stunned silence settled over the garden, broken only by the collective sighs of relief from Percy and Tanjiro. The tension that had enveloped Nezuko, threatening to shatter their hopes, dissipated. In that fleeting moment, she had shown great self control, proving that she possessed the strength to resist her demonic urges.
The Master's smile grew warm as he noticed their gasps, a glimmer of amusement shining in his dull eyes. He inquired, "What happened?" And one of the twin girls promptly responded, "The demon girl turned the other way. Even though Lord Shinazugawa cut himself three times and thrust his arm in front of her, she held herself back and didn't bite him."
The Master's smile widened as he spoke, "And that is proof that Nezuko will not attack humans right there. Tanjiro, despite this, there will still probably be other people who won't willingly agree about Nezuko. From this point on, you just have to prove that you and Nezuko can be useful enough to fight with the demon hunters. Defeat the Twelve Moons. If you do that, then everyone will acknowledge you, and the gravity of your words will change."
A fire ignited within Tanjiro's eyes, determination burning brightly. He declared loudly, "I... Nezuko and I will defeat Muzan Kibutsuji! Definitely, Nezuko and I will wield our swords and cut the chains of agony!"
The Master's kind smile remained unwavering as he responded, "You can't defeat him as you are now, Tanjiro. So first, try and defeat one of the Twelve Moons." A deep blush colored Tanjiro's face, resembling a ripe tomato, as he replied with an embarrassed, "Yes, Sir."
Percy couldn't help but let out a laugh, unable to resist the sight of Tanjiro's flushed expression. Immediately realizing his slip, he hastily covered his mouth with a closed hand. But his laughter seemed to break the tension that still lingered in the air, and it was contagious. Laughter erupted from some of the Hashira, their rigid expressions softening as a moment of camaraderie and shared amusement washed over them.
In that brief respite, amidst the laughter and the smile on the Master's face, Percy felt a sense of belonging and unity. They were bound by a common purpose, the shared goal of defeating the demons and protecting humanity. The journey ahead would be arduous, but with their spirits bolstered by laughter and newfound determination, they were ready to face the challenges that awaited them.
"The demon hunter Hashiras have talents that naturally surpass you," the Master continued, his voice carrying a note of solemnity. "They climbed their way up by training to the point they coughed blood, and they survived being on the verge of death. They may even defeat the Twelve Moons. That is exactly why the pillars are to be respected and treated well. Tanjiro, you should also be careful about how you speak to them."
Percy nodded as well, recognizing the importance of mutual respect and understanding among warriors who shared a common purpose. He understood the sacrifice and dedication it took to become a Hashira, for he had walked a similar path in his own world. He couldn't help but relate to them. The journey of a demigod, battling against the forces of evil and protecting humanity, felt very much alike the challenges faced by the demon hunters.
As the Master's gaze shifted, landing squarely on Percy, his heart quickened its pace. "And now, we'll begin talking about Percy Jackson," the Master declared, his words resounding like a thunderclap. The weight of expectation settled upon Percy's shoulders, and he couldn't help but gulp audibly, his throat suddenly dry.
The gaze of the Hashiras bore into him, each with their own mix of curiosity, skepticism, and scrutiny. Percy knew he had to prove himself, to show them that he possessed the strength and determination worthy of their respect. In that moment, he summoned the resilience he had honed through countless battles and challenges, ready to face the questions that were bound to be sent his way.
The lady with the purple outfit interjected in her soft voice, her words carrying a sense of compassion. "Excuse me, Master. Before we begin, I would like to state that Tanjiro is welcome to stay at Butterfly Manor to heal his injuries. Please, take him away." Percy watched as the woman who had woken him up moments ago gently lifted Tanjiro and started leading him away. Before Tanjiro disappeared beyond audible range, the Master's voice reached him. "Tanjiro, tell Tamayo I send my regards," the Master conveyed, causing Tanjiro's eyes to widen and leaving Percy curious about the identity of this Tamayo.
With the focus now shifting to Percy, the Master turned his attention to Giyuu. "Giyuu, if you please, would you explain why you brought young Percy here?" the Master inquired, his voice calm and measured.
Percy's heart raced as Giyuu Tomioka stepped forward, his eyes focused on him. In that moment, Percy couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety. What would they do when they learned his secret? Would they accept him? Would they even believe him? He thought about lying, about making something up on the spot, but he knew that he couldn't deceive the Master and these devoted warriors.
Giyuu's voice broke the silence, recounting the encounter at Mount Natagumo. "When I arrived at Mount Natagumo, I found Percy Jackson engaged in battle with an Oni, slightly less powerful than a Lower Moon," Giyuu explained, his tone measured and calm. "What caught my attention was his ability to freely control the water of a nearby stream, using it to immobilize the demon. It appeared as though he had complete control over the water, which led me to bring him here for further explanation. Naturally, the ability to do this type of magic resides solely with the Onis. Additionally, just before your arrival, he withdrew an object from his pants, which transformed into the sword he is currently holding. It is obvious to me that he is hiding something."
Percy blinked, a realization hitting him with a jolt of self-awareness. He had become so accustomed to uncapping Riptide in front of his fellow demigods that he had overlooked the fact that pens transforming into swords weren't a common occurrence in this world. Moreover, without the presence of Hecate, the goddess of magic and the Mist, there was no veil to conceal the sword's magical appearance. As he reflected on his actions, Percy realized that he had never uncapped Riptide in front of anyone since arriving in this world. Even during the battle at Mount Natagumo, Tanjiro and Inosuke had been ahead of him, unaware of his sword's transformation.
The words hung in the air, echoing with a weighty silence. As the reality of Percy's abilities sank in, the Hashira's reactions varied, painting a tapestry of disbelief, astonishment, and curiosity. Some Hashira furrowed their brows, their expressions veiled with skepticism, unwilling to fully accept what Giyuu had revealed. Others widened their eyes, their gazes fixed on Percy, their disbelief mingling with a glimmer of wonder. The Master himself wore a serene expression, his eyes reflecting a depth of understanding and wisdom. He motioned for Percy to come forward and start talking. It was a pivotal moment, where trust and acceptance were delicately balanced on the precipice of uncertainty.
Percy's grip tightened on Riptide, a mix of apprehension and determination swirling within him. He knew that the truth had to be revealed, regardless of the consequences. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, meeting the gazes of the Hashira.
"I am Percy Jackson, a son of Poseidon, the sea god," Percy announced, his voice carrying a mix of conviction and vulnerability.
He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. "I understand that this may seem unbelievable or even absurd to you," Percy continued, his tone earnest. "But I assure you, my intentions are pure. I have dedicated my life to fighting against the forces of darkness and protecting the innocent. I offer my abilities and my unwavering loyalty to this cause, to stand alongside you and fight against the demons that threaten humanity."
Percy took a deep breath, steeling himself for the weight of his revelation. "I come from a different world," he began, his voice steady yet infused with emotion. "In my world, I, too, have known the pain of losing loved ones, the responsibility of standing against evil forces. I was trained as a warrior, fighting battles to save my world from destruction."
His gaze shifted from one Hashira to another, meeting their eyes with unwavering determination. "We had a war against evil and ancient forces back in my home world. It was a series of very tough battles, but in the end we were able to win. The gods decided to reward a few of us, including myself. They granted my wish to find peace in a different place and sent me here, to this specific world among infinite others. And I believe it was for a reason. I believe it was to find my purpose here, to join forces with all of you and put an end to this war against the Onis."
He paused, his words hanging in the air, carrying the weight of his conviction. "I did not expect to once again become a fighter, to wield a sword and stand against the forces of darkness. But I do not regret it. I am here because I want to help you, the Demon Slayers, in your mission to defeat Muzan Kibutsuji and bring an end to the suffering caused by these creatures. Together, we can make a difference. Together, we can bring peace to this world."
As Percy finished speaking, a heavy silence fell upon the gathering. The Hashiras exchanged skeptical glances, their eyes filled with doubt and suspicion. The weight of their stares bore down on Percy, making him feel smaller with each passing moment. The doubts that had already clouded his mind threatened to consume him.
A few mutters were heard trough the garden, the Hashiras sharing their thoughts among themselves. It was clear they were not believing him. Before the tension could escalate any further, the Master, with a calm and composed expression, raised a single finger, demanding silence. "Calm down, my pillars," he spoke, his voice cutting through the uncertainty in the air. Then, turning his attention to Percy, he asked in a measured tone, "Percy, can you prove it to us?"
Percy's heart skipped a beat. This was his moment, his chance to demonstrate the truth of his words. With renewed determination, he took a step forward, his grip tightening on his sword. "I understand your doubts, and I don't blame you," he responded, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "But I can prove it. I will show you."
Taking a deep breath, Percy focused his thoughts, summoning his powers as a son of Poseidon. He extended his hand towards a nearby water source, a small basin of water shimmering under the sunlight. Concentrating his energy, he willed the water to respond to his command. Slowly, the water rose from the basin, floating in mid-air like a liquid sculpture.
Gasps of surprise and wonder erupted from the Hashiras, their doubt momentarily replaced by awe. The water obeyed Percy's unspoken will, swirling and dancing in intricate patterns at his command. It was a display of power beyond their comprehension, undeniable evidence of his abilities.
But Percy wasn't done. With a flick of his wrist, he guided the water towards a nearby stone, freezing it upon contact, forming a small icy sculpture of himself. The Hashiras watched in disbelief, their skepticism giving way to a growing realization.
As the water returned to its source and the ice melted away, Percy turned to face the Master. "I may not have the same strength as the Hashiras yet, but I bring my own unique set of abilities to this fight," he declared, his voice filled with conviction. "I am here to stand by your side, to lend my strength in this battle against the Onis. Together, we can overcome any obstacle that comes our way. And one day, I will be as strong as you all, and I know we will defeat Muzan Kibutsuji. In my own world, we won an arduous war against an opponent that seemed unbeatable, and I know we can also do it in this world."
Some of the Hashira nodded their heads, apparently believing his crazy, but truthful story. He could see a few of them shaking their heads, not believing his words. The bulky Hashira with the flashy dressing style made his skepticism known as he said, "So you are some type of deity. Is that what you are saying? You can do magic, just like the demons. How do we know you are being honest with us? We, demon hunters, have been fighting against the unnatural ever since we were founded. How can we trust you are really on our side?"
Percy's demeanor was calm as he answered his doubts, "Well, I'm not exactly a deity. My mom is a human, so that makes me a half human and half god. A demigod or half-blood, if you want the correct therm."
Percy took a deep breath, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest as his gaze swept the nine Hashira in front of him. "I've been fighting against the forces of darkness for as long as I can remember, just like you all have. Please believe me when I say I don't intend on using my powers to cause harm. I fight to protect the innocent. My abilities can be a valuable asset in our fight against the unnatural. I'm here to help protect humanity, just like all of you. If you'd let me, I can be a great asset to the Demon Slayer Corps."
The garden went silent for a few seconds, allowing Percy's words to sink in. A few nods of approval emerged from the Hashiras, easing Percy's worries. The girl with pink hair raised her hand shyly, calling Percy's attention to her. "Um… Excuse me… This is all very hard to believe, but I don't think you are lying. I just want to know why did you decide to come here if you won the war in your own world? Shouldn't you find your peace there? Why would you go to somewhere unknown all by yourself?"
Percy's expression softened, understanding her curiosity. He met her gaze and replied, "I understand why you would wonder that. Winning the war was a hard-fought victory, and finding peace in my own world seemed like the natural path forward. However, the truth is, I couldn't find peace in the aftermath. The losses we suffered, the pain we endured, it stayed with me. I couldn't stand idly by, when everywhere I went I remembered the face of my dead friends. I learned the hard way that there are no winners in a war. There is only a side which suffered less casualties."
A somber silence settled over the group, each Hashira absorbing the weight of Percy's words. The pain of loss was a universal language that transcended worlds and dimensions. The woman apologized for asking, but Percy simply sent her a reassuring smile in return, showing it was fine.
As the somber silence stretched, a few more Hashiras stepped forward, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. The man with the snake coiled around his neck—at this point Percy was really starting to dislike him—questioned his abilities, his voice laced with skepticism. "You claim to have fought in wars and possess unique skills, but how can we trust someone who is unfamiliar with our demons? Our battles have been fought for generations, honing our techniques and knowledge. How can you possibly catch up to our level?"
Percy met the man's gaze, his voice steady. "I understand your concerns. It's true that I am unfamiliar with your specific demons, but I have faced and fought against some pretty strong enemies in my own world. I may have different skill than you guys, but the principles of combat and the spirit of determination are the same. I am confident that I can adapt and learn, and I assure you that I will do everything in my power to catch up and contribute to the fight."
Gyomei surprised Percy with his support. "I know Percy is very capable," he interjected. "Over a month ago, I was sent on a mission to investigate a haunted house, which probably sheltered Onis. When I arrived there, Percy was already inside, having defeated the three Onis that had lived there for centuries. He even did this before becoming a demon slayer. I believe in his capabilities. I told him back then that he could become a great asset to the team and suggested him to go to the final selection. I am glad I did. I knew it was the right decision back then, and I couldn't be more certain right now."
Gyomei's words seemed to quell the doubts that had lingered among the others. Percy felt a surge of gratitude towards him for his support. "It seems Gyomei is also greatly respected among the Hashira," Percy thought to himself. "He must be very strong if he can calm them down like this."
Percy's thoughts seemed to have come too soon, as Sanemi directed another question at him. "When you blocked my attack, you didn't have your sword. You took an object from your pocket, and it transformed into the sword. How is that?"
Percy pondered for a moment, realizing that the concept of a modern pen might not exist in this world. "It is a weapon from my world," he responded, his voice calm and composed. "I can transform it into a sword by capping or uncapping it."
To demonstrate, Percy reached into his pocket and retrieved Riptide, the familiar pen-like object. With a swift motion, he removed the cap, and the pen seamlessly transformed into a celestial bronze sword.
Percy's exhibition only seemed to further astonish the Hashiras, their gazes fixed on the pen that had just transformed into a sword. Sanemi's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "So, you're saying this... thing is actually a weapon? And it can kill demons, even though it is not a Nichirin blade?" he questioned, his voice laced with skepticism and receiving a single nod from Percy.
"Why didn't you tell anyone about this earlier? Don't you realize your abilities may have been useful in specific situations if we knew about it? Why keep it a secret from the Master as well?" Percy turned his gaze to the dull-eyed boy who asked him the question.
"As I mentioned, I had no intention of fighting anymore. I guess fate simply led me here. I wanted to start anew, so I kept everything about my home world to myself. I'm sorry if this caused any troubles, as it was not my intention, but I didn't want to be treated any differently because of it. It also is sometimes painful to remember these memories, so I'd rather just keep quiet about them." was his honest answer.
The Master, sensing Percy's discomfort, raised a hand, signaling for silence. "Enough questions for now," he declared, his voice resonating with authority. "Percy has shown us a glimpse of his capabilities. It is clear that he possesses unique skills that can aid us in our fight against the Onis. Let us not forget that we are facing a common enemy, and unity is crucial in our success."
The Master, satisfied with the discourse, stepped forward once again. "Percy here has fought many Onis since passing the final selection and has helped protect humans from Oni attacks. As such, he is a true demon hunter, no matter what anyone says," the Master declared, his voice carrying a note of finality. "Your skills and experience will be very much welcomed at the corps, Percy. You are dismissed. Now, we'll begin the Hashira meeting."
Percy let out a sigh of relief, feeling the weight of the intense scrutiny lift from his shoulders. As he turned to leave, ready to head in any direction, the Hashira with the purple suit and butterfly hairpin addressed him. "Oh, Jackson, if you need somewhere to stay, feel free to stay at Butterfly Manor. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke are healing there, and you're welcome to stay as well."
Percy nodded gratefully, a small smile forming on his face. "That's great. Thanks, miss. And, please call me Percy."
The woman returned his smile with a gentle one of her own. "Very well, Percy. I hope you enjoy your stay. If you follow this path, you'll arrive at Butterfly Manor in a few minutes. When you reach the entrance, tell them that Shinobu Kocho sent you there."
Percy turned and headed towards the direction Shinobu pointed, a renewed sense of purpose fueling his steps. The meeting had been a pivotal moment, solidifying his place among the Hashiras and giving him the support he needed to face the challenges ahead. With determination burning in his heart, he embarked on the next phase of his journey, ready to contribute his strength and fight alongside his newfound comrades.