Ah, I'm back. Now after my pliot chapter, I can come back to this one. I never know what to say here so I will just answer some reviews and hope they answer all the questions you may have.
SpiritOfErebus
The fact that you have read this makes me so happy, you gave me inspiration for this story. I was going to answer back but I got nervous and forgot everything I was going to say and could only answer now after three months. (damn you human emotion, you're making everything more complicated)
As for how my writing style goes, I must agree with you. As for how long it takes me from when I started to write a chapter until they are finished, this one took the longest. I started on this while I was writing something else and lost the tempo or flow. That and that I tried to get as much into a chapter as possible while I had them around 3000 words. I know better now, have learned from this and Date a Monster who has the same problem.
But thank you for the Review on my story and your thoughts.
WeirdGuyOne
Why shouldn't I mention them? Is it because they go pretty deep into fate lore? I'll try not to do it too much, but I can't help it. And, I'm glad you like this.
King0fP0wers
I'm glad you liked the premise. You also mentioned Izou in One Piece. Well, now I have another idea for that too. I might do an Omake about it sometime.
You mentioned a Tanaka's destructive Jigenryu. I probably don't know or remember what it was. probably doesn't remember.
But now I've been talking too long, now to the story!
A man was walking down the street in the little village. The sun was about to set, and those who weren't already in their home, went inside when they spotted the man. The man wore black clothes and a straw hat covering his face. He limped down the street, the smell of blood following him. He went up to an inn and opened the door.
The man who worked there stopped when he saw the man, and the word Demon came to him. "I i i. Is there anything I can help you with?"
The man in black walked slowly up to him and said, "A room for the night. That's all."
"Yes, sir. We can fix it right now.", said the man who worked here quickly and led him to a room that he knew was vacant. "You can pay when you go. Good night," he said, closing the door to the room into which he had led the man in black robes.
The man in black clothes sat down on the floor and took off his sack and straw hat. And to no one reading this surprise, it was Okada Izou.
"Arh. Why couldn't I have gotten my Servant body. Having to take care of wounds again was not something I needed." Izou took out a pair of bandages from the sack and then replaced the old ones on his legs. In the fight against the Undead, he had been injured, but the most annoying injury was the one on his leg. It makes it difficult to walk and very difficult to fight.
After he took care of his wounds, he began to prepare to go to sleep. But before he could, someone opened the door. When Izou checked what it was, he saw there were a couple of men armed with pitchforks, mops and o"What is it?" he asked irritably. And prepared to defend himself if he has to.
ne had a chair.
"What is it?" he asked irritably. And prepared to defend himself if he has to.
One of the men, whom Izou recognized as the man who showed him to the room, blinked twice and said, "You are not a Demon."
"Of course. Do I look like an Oni, or a Tengu to you!"
"Ah. We are so sorry! You had this aura and you smelled of blood."
"I'm injured! Of course I smell of blood!".
"I'm so sorry. You can get the night for free, or we can pay a healer to check on your wounds."
"Seriously, you should go to a doctor or apothecary," said one of the other men.
"Tisk, the night for free". Plus, I don't remember how Dead Apostle created more of them. I'm not going to let anyone die because I'm becoming a Ghoul.
"Again, we're sorry. There have been people who have disappeared lately. So we're all tense. We'll leave you alone now." The man left the Assassin, and he began to think about their words.
Heh, people who have disappeared, I wonder... Eh. I'll take it tomorrow, plus. The chances of there being another Undead so close are slim. Um... Undead? Wasn't it just a rank? Should I just call them Vampire? Uh, maybe I'd call them demons. Ha! Nah, it's not demons. It would just make me look stupid if I called them that.
And with that, the Assassin fell asleep.
On the other side of the village, in a house where a man lived alone, there was something inhuman. Two figures were next to the body of the man who lived there, much of him eaten away.
"Hey, should we take a bite to The Lord?"
"No, you know he only wants to eat the strong and this pig is too weak."
"But we should find food for The Lord. If we don't..."
"Don't worry. It was a man in black clothes with the smell of blood who came today. He's probably a Demon Slayer, and all the Demon Slayers are for The Lord to eat."
"Yes, we take the slayer corpse to our Lord." He took a bite from the man and ate it. " tomorrow, for now let's eat brother."
"Ah, allt gör ont."
Izou got up after sleeping, the idea of a bath immediately came to him. Then the idea of breakfast came to him, and he decided to do that instead. He stretched towards the sack and immediately regretted it. "Gah!". Izou looked at his arm and was reminded that his arm was broken. It wasn't anything dangerous, it doesn't matter. The elbow bone is broken but has already fixed it so that he just needs to wait and let it heal.
Now, fully awake, he got up, he needed to fill up his food, water, and medicine. After getting dressed, he went out to check out the village. It was like he saw yesterday, most of them go in pairs and he was able to cut the tension with his sword. It wasn't hard to get what he needed, but there were some interesting conversations.
"Hey, have you heard that Mister Hideaki has died?"
"Where! When?"
"Last night, they found blood in Hideaki's house. More than what a person can lose."
"So they didn't find a body?"
"No, do you think demons have eaten him?"
"What! No, it can't be. I know people have disappeared, but it can't be demons,"
Izou walked away while thinking to himself about what to do: If I go after the vampire with these wounds, there's a good chance I'll die, but if I wait until after I've healed, there's a chance that the vampire has moved somewhere else, so that means I lose a chance to find the Dead Apostles.
The Assassin pondered his problem, but was interrupted when his stomach rumbles. "Uh, well. I can think about it after lunch."
Kyojuro Rengoku has just arrived in a village. For the past month, he's been hunting for a demon that not only moves often, but has also gone out of his way to go after Demon Slayer Corps members. So in order to stop more of Rengoku's kohai dying, he has set out to go after the demon himself. He had recently heard that people have started to disappear and decided to come to the village a few hours before sunset so they wouldn't know he was there. There is an unknown difficulty of being a Hashira that not many people know, and that is that some demons run away from you. Most are the weak ones, but there have been some Lower Moons that have fled as well.
"Ah, now it's just a matter of waiting. Well, time for dinner." The Hashira started walking towards the nearest restaurant. He didn't know if it was any good, but it didn't matter. He was going to eat the food anyway.
The restaurant was half empty, the village wasn't that big so most people ate at home. The people who were there were probably people who were just passing by. Rengoku sat down at a table next to one of the others eating there.
"Good day, is there anything special you want?" asked a young lady who looked like they were working there.
" Yes, can I get miso soup with sweet potatoes thanks."
"Of course sir. It will come in a minute." The waitress walked towards the kitchen, presumably to give the order to the cooks. In the meantime, Rengoku was going to talk to the stranger next to him. Talking to someone can give him info about the demon, or he can have an interesting conversation.
"Good day young man, my name is Rengoku Kyojuro. What's your name?".
The young man did not answer. He just looked annoyed and went back to his udon. But Rengoku has never been discreet and just keep talking. "Tell me, are you living here or are you just passing through? And have you heard of any rumours lately?"
The young man just looked at him with an annoyed look right into his eyes and said. "No, I don't live here and I don't know any damn rumors," and then went back to his meal.
Rengoku was on the verge of saying something back when he noticed something. The young man had a faint smell of blood and he only eats with one hand, letting the other rest on his side. "Are you ok, you don't move your arm that much?"
"Yeah yeah yeah. Just broke my arm a few days ago. Nothing that you should care about."
"Can you tell me how? Were you attacked?" asked The Hashira. With the feeling that he was attacked by the demon.
"Heh? Why the hell would I tell you?!" The young man turned to the Hashira and looked at him properly. His eyes looked at him hard for just a second, but The Hashira knew better. Rengoku has seen things like that before, a look that should take up as much information as possible in as little time as possible. Something the average person wouldn't be able to do.
The young man picked up the bowl and-ate everything that was left and stood up. "I'm done," he said, leaving money on the table. On the way out, Rengoku saw how he walked, and it was one of a warrior, a warrior with an injury to his leg in the considering of how he limped.
"Here sir, your order," said the waitress who brought his food.
"Oh, thank you"... Um, he went out while the sun was up, so he can't be a demon, but if he was a part of The Demon Slayer Corps, he would have recognized him. And considering that the exam will start soon, he is not new. Wait, when was the exam again? He wondered as he took a bite of his food. "Delicious!"
Izou went out into the street, the last rays across the sky, it was about to get dark but that wasn't what Izou was thinking about.
Who was he? The way he moved, he knows definitely how to use that sword. But what bothered me was that I didn't feel anything special from him. He's either a Magus or is he the Dead Apostle that I've been looking for? If he is, he definitely knows how to hide his aura, he just felt like a strong person, but no ordinary person has that kind of hair. Damn, the waitress didn't look at him twice, he may have used hypnosis. Well, if it's the Dead Apostle, he'll go after me. If I just walk around the village, I can see if he is following me.
After an hour and a half, nothing had followed Izou.
"Fuck!". I've wasted my time. And then I need to go and pay for another night, Fuck! The Assassin started walking towards the inn when he noticed something. Oh, so now that I was on my way home are you coming, typical... Heh, that's two of them. Izou started to take a detour so he would be towards the edge of the village. And when he could see the trees right in front of him, they attacked.
A spear went through the ground where Izou was standing, but that wasn't all. As soon as he looked up, he saw smaller spears raining down from the sky. He avoided most of them and parried the rest with his sword.
"Ay, you miss!"
"You miss first!"
"They were two of them, both of them had a white skin tone that no human being can have. Both had black hair, but one was holding a spear with the same white tone as its owner, but with a red spinal. He also had light armor made of leather. The other stood on top of the building, instead of spears and armor he was dressed with a typical archer's clothing, with a bow of the same color as the spear.
Damn, he must have sent two after me. One for melee and one for fire-support. If I had to guess and in considering that they look almost identical, I would guess that they are siblings. And with how little time there was in between their attack, they know how to fight together. Shit, I've got a broken arm, an injured leg and they know how to fight together. A smile began to creep up Izou's face. Looks even.
"So slayer, you dodge our attack! Bravo to you! But we have our orders and our Lord is hungry. Don't worry, he won't leave anything behind," vampires said with the spear.
"Stop talking to the food brother," said the vampire with a bow and a arrow came out of his hand.
Well, it looks like they're going to slaughter me and serve me on a silver platter. "You wish!" And with those words, he began to run towards the vampire. Ignoring the pain in his leg.
"Yashin! He's coming towards you."
The vampire with the spear whose name was Yashin picked up his weapon just in time to stop the sword going towards his head. The Bowman started firing more arrows at the Assassin, but immediately got into trouble when Izou had Yashin in between them. And when he wasn't, there were houses in the way or something else that made it hard to shoot at him.
"Stand still and die" shouted the bowman before shooting more arrows.
Izou was about to block them when the spearman swung his spear at Izu's legs. Mind's Eye (Fake) showed him spear direction and he jumped into the air, spears and arrows hitting the ground where he was standing.
Heh, they're good. I need to use the blind spot to avoid getting hit. I couldn't even get a single arrow to hit the Lancer wannabe. But that won't stop me.
With a swing of his sword, Yashin lost the top of his head, but that didn't stop him. While much of his head was gone, he swung his spear wide and hit Izou on the side. It wasn't strong and was obviously used to create space between them, but it was room that they needed.
"Die, you filthy human!". More arrows came towards Izou, no place he could take cover behind. Izou ran towards the nearest tree, arrows on his heel. As soon as Izou was behind the tree, he stopped shooting. Instead of the arrows that he has made so far, he created a bigger arrow, he spread the bow string back further and when the arrow left the bow, a bang was heard.
(Boom)
The tree fell down, a large hole wider than the tree was created when the arrow hit the tree. "Now it should be done."
"Wait Yano. Can you smell it?" said Yashin. His head had grown back. "I can't smell any more blood, if you hit him, his blood would cover the ground."
Yano The Archer Demon started sniffing the night air, he didn't note anything at first, but then it got stronger, too strong. At that moment, he jumped off the roof and down to his brother. Where he was. is now The Slayer, his sword on the ceiling.
"Ok, I have to say that, of all the people I've fought in my life, you're the most annoying," Izou said, looking down at the bowman.
"Your lilla sh-?"
"Don't let him get to you Yano! He wants you to get angry, if we're going to take him down without one of us falling, we'll need to be cool!"
After hearing his brother's words, he should calm down, but Yashin was not finished and began to whisper to him.
"He's not normal, he do not have a nichirin. And he doesn't wear the mark of the slayers. He didn't even go for my neck."
Yano turned to his brother, confused over what Yashin said. "Brother, you can't mean he's not one of them?"
"I don't know, he might be an outcast. But why wouldn't he have a nichirin blade? It doesn't matter. If he doesn't have a nichirin, he can't hurt us, if we just attack without defense, he won't last long." The two brothers were on the verge of attacking, but a new voice stopped them.
"Ah, it looks like I'm late to the party. Well, I'm here to save the day. Now, which of you is the Lower Moon?"
All three turned to look at the newcomer, all of them recognizing him. The demons knew him as The Flame Hashira, but Izou knew him as something else.
"Uh, weird hair dude?"
Well, that's it for now. Next we will see how Izou will react to Rengoku's swordstyle. If you think it was a bit too short, I think so too, but this is the best place for a break.
Om du undrade om the Lower Moon. Väl, jag tyckte att de blev dödade för snabbt, so här kommer en OC. Få se vad nu tycker.
