— Minuano. Thats how Ive been know for the last four years. I finally decided how to write my story in these diaries, if someday anyone find this, to whoever is reading, dont think this is fictional, everything that is written here is fortunately and also unfortunately the truth.
— I dunno man, dont you think its kinda sketchy to find an old chest full of diaries like that?
— Bro, its a brazillian samurai and you dont wanna know his story? C'mon, even if everything here is false, I bet it will be a fun reading.
—Ok, ok. Proceed.
— Great, lets go... Chapter One.
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My story begins in 1902, when I was about 4 years old. The country I came from is Brazil, a civil war started a couple years after a consecutive of political movements that the elites found bothering. My dad had a Dojo in Brazil where he used to teach the traditional fighting style of the Rodrigues family, when the war started, he decided to bring me and my family back to Japan to reconnect with our long lost origins form more than 3 centuries ago.
We moved to a small village on the northern part of Japan, about 125 miles north from Tokyo, localized in a forest, our house was pretty distant from the main village. The village was nice, the locals always treated us with kind and respect, mainly because of the job my dad used to do.
When my dad wasnt training himself of me in both the precursor style that originated Brazillian Jiu Jitsu a few years later and also Capoeira, a dance-like fighting style, or even in our family's traditional swordsmanship named Satsujin-Ken, aka the Killer Sword, he was hunting.
He usually hunted small and medium sized animals, like nihonjika, the japanese deers. He always hunted using our family's relic sword, Murasama. Murasama was a beautiful sword with a dark red blade made from a metal much superior to steel, he was always able to surprise the said animals and behead them as if their necks were made of butter. The meat we needed he brought home and everything else was sold to the locals, and thanks to the sword's edge never going dull, the pelt's quality was peak and sold very well.
We lived like that for maybe six or so years, I even got a little brother during that time span, almost seven years younger than me, but when I was 9... well, my dad got a unknown lung desiase and evem with hot baths and a comfortable environtment, even leaving to me the responsability of bringing home food and money, he eventually perished. My brother was too young to understand, but me and my mother were left devastated.
After that, I permanently took the role of the house's provider, taking care of my mom and my little brother, I used the books my dad had to teach Satsujin-Ken to keep training that powerful technique.
Eventually, when I was 12 years old, I saved up some money, enough to keep my mom and brother fed for at least two months and went to the village to know about any opportunity to earn more money.
I hear a voice on my back and turn to look at it's source:
— Hey, Sam, my good boy, came to sell more pelts? Im in need for some to make more clothes and decorations in my shop.
— Already Mr Takamura? I think I've sold you more pelts this months than what my dad and I used to sell in two.
— I know, I know. But there was this tourists caravan and they ended up buying everything. Carpets, clothes, acessories, decorations...
— Look Mr Takamura, I think you better use that extra money to buy from another source then, Im going after informations about some sort of white wolf that was seen in a northern village in a snowy mountain, it should take me at least two days.
— Oh, you heard about that? I was told that the old hag Sayoka knows about this mountain village's location.
— Really? Thanks Mr Takamura, I'll be back as soon as possible and I will go back to selling you pelts as usual.
— I hope so my boy Sam. Good luck!
With his information, the village's pelt shopkeeper, I went to Mrs Sayoka's house. She is a very old and genyel lady that took care of her house and her cats that were almost like the village's mascots.
Arriving at her home, I call for her by the name:
— Mrs Sayoka? Are you here?
The door slowly opens revealing an old lady in her 60's with a gentle smile in her face:
— Sam, my handsome young man... what brings you here? Its your sugar over again?
— Oh, no, its not like that. Everything is fine at home. Actually I wanted to know about the village that is having problems with that white wolf recently, Mr Takamura said you knew about the village's location.
— Is that so? Wait just a second young man.
She enters her house and soonly after gets back with a scroll, putting it in my hands:
— There it is, its a map to the village where my brother lives. If you manage to kill that wolf I will even give you some sweets as gratitude, Im very worried about my brother and he is also very scared of leaving the village.
— Dont you worry Mrs Sayoka, I will take care of that wolf and get rid of your and your brother's worry.
— Thanks handsome, take care and good luck.
With the map in my hands, I see the village is no more than a day in walking distance, since its still early in the morning, I think I will go right now. I then get to the north gate of the village and head to my destiny.
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Arriving at the northern village I thank myself for being smart enough for bringing proper clothes for this cold, because that place was full of snow up to the ankles. I guide myself using the sun and I finally arrive at a medium village with some houses covered in snow and the streets shoveled to be walkable.
Knowing the white wolf notification was sent by the village's chief, I walk to his office, easely located for being the village's most ornamented building. I knock three times on the door and I hear someone say "Enter, its open", so I go inside the building. I see a huge ammount of decorations and then the chief's desk.
— Hello Mr...?
— Mr Akagemitsu, and you are?
— My name is Samuel, but you can call me Sam, Mr Akagemitsu.
— Okay young Sam, what such a young kid is doing in this village? I know you're not from here.
— That's right Mr Akagemitsu, Im here for the White Wolf problem, Ive heard you are paying a hefty prize for its daeth. Is that right?
— Y-yeah, but arent you too young for that?
— Dont you worry good Mr, I've already slain many beasts from where I came from — I show him my katana, Murasama, that I inherited from my father.
— Oh... I suppose its another Hunter huh? You know, one of you came here earlier after that wolf too. Lets do it this way, whoever brings me the body first gets to have the reward. Sounds fair right?
— So I have some competition... very well. Where was the wolf last seen?
— One of the villagers saw the Wolf eating a deer next to a glade southwest from here, it could be a good place to start.
— Sure thing, I will see what I can do. See you soon.
I then leave his office and, still guided by the sun, now at west since its past mid-day, I walk southwest looking for the glade the chief mentioned. After a few minutes I arrive at the glade and I see clear signs of resistance from the deer in the direction its body was dragged in the snow, not to mention the blood stains from the killed animal. Following the traces of the Wolf, I arrive at at half eaten carcass... apparently the Wolf stopped eating to do something else.
Looking around I see some human footprints, walking in a straight line and then doing an odd footwork near the deer's corpse. Probably the hunter who arrived here first, but there's no sign of the Wolf's blood nearby, meaning its not captured nor killed. Using my exceptional eyesight I see little pawprints on the snow, probably from the Wolf.
I start following the pawprints calmly and carefully just in case the White Wolf is lurking or just in case this hunter attack me, he could either mistakenly take me for the wolf or see me as competition and not be so friendly. Following the traces I arrive at another boy, around 14 or 15 years old, just a little older than me.
— Hey, are you alright?
— Uhg? What? — He says with a rambling tone — Oh, its just a kid. Look buddy, swords are dangerous, why dont you go home and give it back to your daddy?
— My father is dead, thats why Im here. Im trying to get some money for my family with the techniques he taught me.
— Wait, so you are a real Hunter?
— Yeah, of course Im a hunter.
— Thats odd... I think I didnt recognized you because you're not using your uniform. Anyway, since we're both here, why dont we hunt this Wolf together?
— Sounds fair to me, whoever kills the Wolf gets an 80% cut.
— Deal!
— Great, lets go.
As we walk in the snowy environment tracking the Wolf, this guy starts some small talk:
— Im Tsuzumaki Kutaro by the way, what kind of Breathing do you use?
— My name is Samuel Rodrigues, but you can call me Sam. And what do you mean "kind of breathing"? The normal one? Are there another kinds?
— No, I mean the Hunter's breathing styles. You know? Thunder, Water, Wind, Flames...
— I have no damn idea what are you talking about...
— Damn, if you got through the Final Selection without a breathing style you must be really good with your katana.
— My dad taught me everything I know, thanks to him Im a very efficient hunter.
— Got it, but you never seen one of these?
— The "elemental" breathings? Not that I remember.
— You know, I could show you mine, its pretty cool.
— Okay, go ahead.
— Fuuuuuu... Kaminari no Kokyu: Ni no Kata: Inadama (Thunder Breathing: Second Form: Rice Spirit)
He then aims at a boulder and, in a split second that only I could percieve every detail of his movements, he dashes against the boulder and deals five consecutive slashes, cutting it in multiple pieces. The speed is so high that as he cuts through the air, even sparks of electricity are generated, making a thunderstrike on the boulder.
Thanks to my enhanced vision due to my blessed genetics, I could see everything, from the movements of his hand, to the muscles of his arm and even the way he breathed. I think I could do something similar...
— Can I try this?
He laughts, as if he doubts I will be able to.
— Well, of course you can try, but dont worry if it doesnt work. I myself took almost 4 months to aprimorate this Second Form.
Right... how did he do it? A deep and down breath focused in the belly, then release the air shortly and quickly using the upper part if the lungs and pressing the mid of my abdomen, then just move my sword doing a star shaped cut... Ok, lets do this!
— Haaaaaa... Kaminari no Kokyu: Ni no Kata: Inadama!
I do it just as he did it, exactly like he did it, I feel electricity arising inside of me, the strenght in my legs rising and allowing me to dash at an impressive speed and cut a tree almost 3ft in diameter as if it was cheese being cut by a hot knife. Murasama could never do it alone, no matter how sharp.
— H-how did you? — he falls on the ground with his jaw open from what he just witnessed.
— I just copied your technique, if it wasnt for you, I would never know how to do this, thanks! — I saw, bowing my head and thanking him with my hands clapping together as a pray.
— It... it was nothing. But for real, how did you do this?
— Its my eyesight, my vision. My dad told me its something that runs in the family, our vision were always extremly sharp and precise. Well then, should we go? I bet this will be useful against the Wolf when we find it.
He, still perplexed, follows me as I get back to following the tracks.
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A few minutes later I see the traces and pawprints ending, and from afar I see some bushes and snowpiles moving. Without making a sound, I point my open palm to Kutaro, indicating for him to stop. He stays still and I unsheat Murasama, pointing at the Wolf's location.
When he sees the wolf, he immediatelly runs towards it. I couldnt stop him, so thres only this option, I hope it works again...
— ... Right. Kaminari no Kokyu: Ichi no Kata: Hekireki Issen!
Dashing towards the Wolf with my swords ready, I feel my body vibrate as the supernatural strenght fills my body, the speed taking over and I sprint as a lightining bolt. I see in my periferical vision as Kutaro is left behind and I stop right next to the wolf, cutting each of its limbs and then its head. The impact is so powerful that the Wolf is thrown 10 feet away from us and lands on the ground, utterly dead.
He arives right by my side, stopping his dash using the snow as a break.
— Shit, I shouldnt have taught you that. Now you gonna have the bigger cut...
— Lets to it this way, I barely damaged the main pelt of the Wolf, we can do fifty fifty and I keep the pelt too. You taught me a good technique so you get a bigger cut, sounds fair?
— Are you sure? You killed it fair and square.
— As I said, with that breathing technique it was way easier than a lot of other animals I've hunted before. Besides, dont run towards an animal next time, wait until they get closer an then strike to kill. It almost looks like you're not a hunter...
— Thats true, I shouldnt have underestimated it... and you. Anyway, we can call it a deal then.
— Okay, just give me some minutes to skin the carcass and we can get the head as a proof of the kill.
— Fine for me, by the way, you're impressive kid, Im positive youre gonna be a sucessful hunter, with skills as good as yours. You should look for a teacher of breathing styles, you would master anything in no time.
— Sure, I dont see why not.
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About two hours have elapsed, with the pelt perfectly skinned with no imperfections, just as dad taught me. We also got the head to the chief as proof. Kutaro also thanked me by showing Thunder Breathing's 5 other forms as a way to thank me.
Arriving at the village, we headed directly to the chief's office were we found him sitting at his table.
— Hello Mr Akagemitsu, we did it, just as I told you.
— Really? Already? Apparently offering a rewards brings some skilled people for the job I think. Very well, who killed the wolf?
— We agreed to share it fifty fifty.
— Thats fine, just talk to my assistant in the room besides this one, he will provide each one with a 6000 yens each (about 1000 US$ 2024). I see you also brought the pelt, would you like to sell it for another 2000 yens?
— Im sorry Mr, not to insult you, but theres someone in my hometown who will pay me a little fortune for a pelt like this.
— Its understandable, its already very good to know you got rid of that thing.
Afters that, we splitted the 12000 yen rewards equally.
— Well, I think we depart here Kutaro.
— Yeah Sam, I hope we meet each other again, enjoy your money well.
— I surely will, and thanks for your lessons on the Thunder Breathing.
— Dont mind it, I just showed you the movements, you learned it all by yourself.
— Im still grateful, when we meet again, my technique will be better than yours for sure.
— I hope so, even tho you can copy me, you cant copy anything perfectly, so keep practicing yeah?
— Okay haha, goodbuye Kutaro.
With our departure, I rent a room in a nearby inn for this night. Dad always told me hunting during nights is extremly dangerous. One day he came back with his face full of scratches and I understood the reason, he probably was attacked by some nocturnal animal and I could die in his situation.
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After long hours climbing down the snowy mountain, I finally get back to my village and I head straight to Mr Takamura's shop.
— Oh, young Sam, back already?
— Yeah, I personally thought it would take longer, but it was relatively easy to track down that Wolf.
— So you managed to kill it?
— I sure did haha, I even brought its head and pelt, I bet you can make some cool pieces with those right?
— Wow, with a Wolf pelt this good and totally white... I could easely pay 3000 yen for that.
— How about 5000 yen?
— Too much, maybe 3000 and I make a cool hood using the head for you?
— Sounds good to me Mr Takamura
— Perfect young Sam, perfect. Leave the pelt in the table, Im gonna grab your money
Knowing him, those pieces will turn out to be amazing. I cant wait to see what he will do. He then gets back from his office with money in hands and get it to me. With my money all counted, I get back home.
Right, those breathing styles... if what that guy said is true, there must be a lot of them... maybe I should do some longer trips to see if I meet more of those odd hunters and their own breathing styles. Theyre good, but they dont match very well with my Satsujin-Ken. Should I come up with something of my own? We'll se hehe...
After that, my journey to gather knowledge started. With all the money I got from killing the wolf and selling thar pelt, I got at least a full year of guaranteed comfort to my mom and my little bro. Mom stayed home all day taking care of him and he was just a little kid who spent his days upon days playing with toys and reading some books. Mom taught him the basics since the village only had one school and they already had too many children.
With that family's securacy, I went on multiple travels to found more of those "Breathers" and I was lucky to find some. Ive learned one thing or another about flame breathing and mainly water breathing that seemed to be pretty common.
With that much information about the said breathings, I got a grasp on how they worked. In air there's oxygen, a gas that we inhale and that along with food is used by our cells to make energy. When a Breathing is used, we increase oxygen absorption in our lungs, and all Breathing techniques seemed to be identical, what changed was which muscles were activated and how the swords were swung, and most of them generated somehow elements during their execution.
With all that in mind, I started developing my own Breathing Style, I didnt wanted to master a technique already mastered by other people, I wanted to do my own thing, create something from scratch.
After more than two years training, close to my 15th birthday, I finally mastered my own Breathing Style in a level I could call it decent and good enough.
It was there, my first technique, the Speed Breathing. Using basic concepts and fast movements from Wind and Thunder breathing, the fluidity of Water breathing and the raw strenght of Flame breathing, all that combined with my own Satsujin-Ken style, I created a breathing style of my own. I called it the Speed Breathing for it didnt generated any element when used, it was just fast.
I would risk saying it was too fast for anyone but me to master it in its full capacity, because only with my eyes someone would be able to visualize such precise and quick movements. My eyes also developed a lot in the past two years to the point I could see as if reality slowed down whenever I focused on a battle.
That breathing style, at the end of more than two years, had a total of 11 Forms, each one essential on its own way. In the end, after such long time, it came. The goddamn day that would change my whole life and turn it upside down.
— Mom, Im heading to the village, Im gonna sell those pelts. — I almost scream from the front door.
— Mommy is still sleeping big bro Sam, but I will let her know — my brother appears from the living room with a toy on his hands, he is already seven years old, impressive how time flies...
— Okay Julius, let her know and then head back to your bed, its not even morning yet.
— Ok big bro — He lets out a sweet smile and heads back to his bedroom.
Right, here we go.
I head to the village and after some minutes I get to the village's small oad that leads to my house and I enter Mr Takamura's shop
— Mr Takamura? Are you here?
I enter the shop and go to his workshop, everything thrown on the floor, lots of chemicals splashed and mainly... a dead body, partially eaten...
Damn it, its a Demon!
I found out about Demons existance about a year ago, when a Water Breathing user thaught me about them. Beasts with human bodies and faces that are weak to the sun and eat human flesh, not a single drop o remorse when they need to kill someone.
At that time, I didnt cared much, since I never heard about Demons and my village was pretty isolated, that was probably the reason no demon ever appeared in my hometown, they even invited me to their organization but I refused, but now one of them is here... HOLY SHIT MY FAMILY!
RUN SAMUEL, RUN!
Using all the strenght and speed I had in my legs, throwing off everything that wasn't my sword, I run back at my house praying for my family's well being. As I run, I see footprints heading to my house.
PLEASE BE ON TIME, PLEASE BE ON TIME, PLEASE!
I stop in front of my house, the door kicked open, my heart pounding through my chest. I enter silently in my own house only to see the most indescribable and heart shattering scene one could experience.
NO! NO! THIS ISNT REAL, THIS ISNT HAPPENING! THIS MUST BE A NIGHTMARE!
But no, its real, very real, my only family dead right before my eyes. My brother with his throat cut open and my mother's thigh being devoured by a creature with grey skin and long green hair.
— You... BASTARD!
The Demon obviously hears me and dashes towards me in a heartbeat. But even in an insane speed, I quickly react to him
— SOKUDO NO KOKYU: ICHI NO KATA: IAIJUTSU! (Speed Breathing: First Form: Quick Draw)
With a single cut from the katana leaving the sheat directly to my target, my sword cuts the Demon's chest wide open in upper right diagonal, but it regenerates from the cut that would surely be letal to any other person
I NEED... TO KEEP... CUTTING!
Not giving a second thought, I start performing all the Speed Breathing forms against that Demon, one after another.
But the demon kept regenerating. Murasama can only be so good, its not made from Scarlet Steel, the metal used to male Demon Hunters' Nichirins, the only blades capable of killing a Demon by beheading them.
But there is one more way of killing a Demon... every living being, even this supernatural creatures called Demons, need energy of some sort to live. Demons gain energy by eating humans, and if that energy is depleted, they stop regenerating. Therefore
I NEED... TO KEEP... CUTTING!
Eventually, after using all the Forms of my Speed Breathing twice, I finish with:
— Sokudo no Kokyu: Nana no Kata: Zandatsu!(Speed Breathing: Ninth Form: Cut and Take)
Using my enhanced eyesight, I hold my sword firmly with both hands and I start cutting the Demon into dozens of pieces, and finally, I behead him. The body stops regenerating, it cant move anymore, so the head just starts crying and mumbling:
— Please, please! Dont kill me, dont kill me. I just wanted to prove him I was worthy. Worthy of being a Moon. That I was better than Kyogai!
— I will ask this... and you WILL answer me — I grab the head by the hairs — And you will do it NOW! Who created you? WHO?!
The Demon was wordless. I was informed that there is an upper Demon who can turn people into other demons, he is the true responsible for this tragedy, I must know who.
— I wont ask again, WHO IS YOUR CREATOR! — I say with visible hatred imprinted in my face.
Looking at the Demon's odd eyes, marked by the daiki "陸" (six) cutted by an 'X', I then foreshadow something in his eyes. Besides seeing things with superhuman precision, somehow, in the last two years training, I started to see other things, or at least have a glimpse of things like their emotions or, in exceptional situations of concentration and when the person observed has their mind centered in something very specific, I can see what it's in their minds.
I then see in that Demon's eyes his biggest fear, its not me, the teenager in front of him who slashed him to the point he was too weak to regenerate. It was a man, whose skin was extremly pale, almost snow white, sharp expressions and with a long curly pitch black hair, with his eyes between red and pink with pupils slittered lilke those of a snake.
— ANSWER ME!
— M-Muzan... his name is lord Muzan Kibutsuji...
Muzan Kibutsuji... I will find him, and then I will kill him and take his damned existance away from this world. I will make him regret ever starting to make other demons, because of him and the Demon he created that hangs from my hands, my family is now dead.
Before I could do anything else, his head stars to bubble and heat up. This fucking bastard is gonna explode! I then quickly go outside and thow the head against a tree and it explodes blood everywhere, leaving the tree half blown and the snow painted in red.
That demon... he... he exploded by saying Muzan's name? Is the creator of these demons so cruel that even in front of a guy who slashed his body to crumbles his fear for Muzan was still bigger? Well, doesnt matter now...
What... is this feeling? My legs... going wobbly. Is this... sadness? Mom... Julius.
From that moment until the sunrise, almost 9AM, I cried. I cried holding the dead and colding bodies of my mom and my little brother, I laid on the ground and cried for their deaths for more than 3 hours, still in disbelief for what happened.
Eventually, something that happened ever since I was a child, conditioned by my dad, reason started to call me. I knew staying there crying over their deaths wouldnt do any good, so I got up and recomposed myself. If I couldnt use my Breathing style to defend them, I shall use it to avenge them. Its what dad would do. But before that, I must do something first.
I get out of my house and go to the small shed besides the back door and I grab some tools and a shovel. I walk to my dad's grave and I start digging two more on each sides, 5ft deep. The whole process takes more than an hour, but I have no reason to rush, I grab their bodies from inside the house and I bury them in the graves. Unfortunately, like I did for my father, I couldnt prepare a coffin for them, but I clothed each in their favourite clothes and I covered their lifeless bodies.
To finish that, I went to the pine tree that grew southern to our house and with three wide slashes, I cut two "slices" of wood and I made two signs just like my dad's, finalizing their tomb"stones". I cut each in the right shape using the tools and I put their names, their dates of birth and death on each and a sentence too.
Im my dad's there was written "Here lies Carlos Rodrigues, honorable man, noble and pure hearted, amazing father and husband, took too soon from this world. Rest in Peace"
Then, in the same way, I wrote for my mother and my brother:
"Here lies Juliana Rodrigues, amazing woman who always devoted herself to motherhood, raising her children with lots of love and kindness, as much as a mother could give. Supported her husband and kids in moments of great happyness and sadness. Rest in Peace"
"Here lies Julius Rodrigues, the younger brother of the family, behaved and smart, an exceptional kid, amazing son and unpaired brother. Taken away by a calamity way too soon. Rest in Peace, little brother"
I put the signs in the ground right above their graves. When I turn back, I see a man, young, shouldnt be older than 18, his face shown a monotonous and lifeless expression, impossible to read. He had a dark blue long hair and held a katana in his belt.
— What happened here? My crow informed me of the presence of a Former Lower Moon around in a nearby village a couple hours ago and I came to investigate, the survivors told me the Demon came here a few hours ago.
— He... killed my whole family, my mom and my brother... and then I killed him. What is fair is fair.
— But theres blood in the tree's shadow, didnt you killed him with a Nichirin?
— The slayer's swords? No... no, I dont have one. My katana is called Murasama, it was my father's, but it doesnt have a blade made from Scarlet Steel.
— Then how did you killed the Demon?
— I cut him, again and again, until he couldnt regenerate anymore. Demons also need energy to regenerate, so I just did enough until I depleted his energy.
— You... fought an Fallen Lower Moon without a Nichirin? You swordsmanship must be exceptional.
— Yeah... I even created my own Breathing Style, and I know a few things about Thunder and Water breathing too.
— Thats... impressive. Really impressive. You would be a great addition to the Demon Slayer Corps, have you ever considered?
— I never considered it a possibility before, I just wanted to help my family and putting my life on the front lines wouldnt be much benefic, but now I see I must eliminate the real cause of my family's death, I need to. My plan was to wander until I found a Slayer to ask how to formally join the Corps, its good you came to me I guess. So please, tell me, what do I need to do to eliminate Muzan Kibutsuji?
— What did you said? — Said the misterious slayer — How do you know his name?
— Thats how the demon died, he told me their creator's name. I even saw Muzan's face.
— W-what? How? — he says, now expressing with his face a surpised reaction.
— My eyesight is superhumanly exceptional. I can see every detail from someone's face and tell what is their feelings and... well, even I dont understand it fully, but when someone's mind is settled on something, I can have a glimpse of that through their eyes. When I forced the Demon's beheaded head to say Muzan's name, he must have saw his face in his mind, and by consequence, I saw it too.
— Could you draw him? A sketch, a description, anything would be of help.
— I guess, you have paper with you? — He pulled a piece of paper and a coal pencil and I drew a quick, but accurate sketch of Muzan's face — Now, could you tell me how to join the Slayer Corps?
— Listen... in the south of Japan there is a man who can help you, he lives in the hottest parts of Japan, specifically in the base of Mount Aso, a vulcanic island. Your trip should take about two to three weeks, but I think you can get there.
— Thanks, could I know your name kind Slayer? My name is Samuel, by the way, but you can call me Sam.
— Oh, of course Sam. My name is Giyu Tomioka, im the... Water Hashira. Who you seek is Kyojuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira. He can train you properly and put you into the Final Selection.
— Right, once again I thank you Tomioka, you helped me getting purpose once more. I will make sure to eliminate Muzan from this world!
— That... curious, and sad... youre the second boy who I encounter whose family is dead and say the exact same thing, that you will kill he who creates Demons. I sent him to my former teacher, maybe you two can meet at the Final Selection.
— Maybe, I believe theres something called Sincronicity, a belief that similar things that happen in a short timespan may be connected. If I can find this other boy, maybe our common goals entangle and we help each other.
— I hope you two become friends in the future, take care when you find him, he may be carrying something that wont be of your liking.
— Right, for now, goodbye Tomioka.
And then that guy named Giyu Tomioka flees, I enter my house one more time and I grab everything I will need for this trip and I flee too, from my house... for the last time;
Dont worry, mom, dad, little bro. I will kill Muzan and avenge our family!
『To be continued...』