I hope y'all like the fight scene! I'm not very experienced in writing them so I wasn't sure how it'd turn out. Please enjoy this new chapter my lovelies!
Oh, I should mention that Harry and his other Demon Slayer Wizard friends are allowed to carry their swords at Mahoutokoro as long as they stay sheathed, apart from an emergency. Considering the fact that they carry wands around, which could be considered equally dangerous, it seems logical that they can carry their swords around too.
Did y'all see the new DS episode? It was good! I do wish we could see more of the actual training though. It feels like it's kinda being rushed a bit.

Harry's POV
Everything felt like a blur as Kyojuro-kun and Harry shot towards the woman, who was about to jump into the well. Kyojuro-kun quickly grabbed her, yanking her away from the well as she screamed in shock. Harry went straight for the well, drawing his sword.

"Total concentration... Wind Breathing... Second Form... Claws-Purifying Wind."

Aiming for the well, Harry slashed it, the second form allowing him to execute four slashes towards the ground. An inhuman shriek told him that he landed a hit. Landing gracefully, Harry regained his bearings. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kyojuro-kun calming down the frightened woman. A small gust of wind behind him told him that Sanemi-kun had recovered himself and was ready to fight.

At the well, a blob was starting to form. It reeked of death and destruction. A slimy-looking Demon appeared. It had a figure that looked like a mockery of a mermaid. It appeared to be female. She hissed at Harry and Sanemi-kun.

"Shame on you for stealing that girl from me! You men are all the same! Give her back! I must save her from the likes of you! Blood Demon Art, Storms of Hail!"
She hurled sharp projectiles at them from the palms of her hands.

In response, Harry and Sanemi-kun simply charged towards the creature, completely in sync.

"Total concentration..."

"Total concentration..."

"Wind Breathing..."

"Wind Breathing..."

"Third Form... Clear Storm Wind Tree..."

"Fifth Form... Cold Mountain Wind..."

While Sanemi-kun deflected most of the projectiles with the Third Form, Harry followed behind him, going for the Demon's neck from above with the Fifth Form. The Demon shrieked as her attack was deflected, and dove back into the well, just in time for Harry's blade to barely miss her neck.
Harry cursed as he landed, regretting the miss. He felt a faint stream of blood slide down his face.
Thankfully, the Demon was enraged enough that she didn't retreat. It would be a pain if they had to keep staking out the well, and the position provided it with enough shade that it could operate during the daytime too.

Harry and Sanemi-kun prepared their stances as the Demon shot up from the well, a sick smirk on her face.

"Let's see you dodge this! Blood Demon Art, Shells of the Sea!"

A giant net made of shells and something that looked like seaweed flared out in all directions, hoping to ensnare and trap the Slayers.

Harry was laser-focused on the incoming net, preparing a stance.

"Total Concentration... Wind Breathing... Fourth Form... Rising Dust Storm..."

Harry and Sanemi-kun both used the Fourth Form to shred the net from below, completely demolishing it. However, they realized it was a trick as the faint scent of poison perforated the air.

The Demon cackled in victory. Even if they damaged the net, they would be downed by her special poison. The Slayers' lives were hers now.

"Total Concentration... Wind Breathing... Sixth Form... Black Wind Mountain Mist.."

This form allowed the pair to disperse the poison with a single, powerful slash. Not allowing the Demon another second to release another Blood Demon Art, the pair pushed off the rocky ground, slicing through the air in an instant. This time, they were successful as the Demon's head rolled on the ground a moment later.

"What?!" She exclaimed as she suddenly realized her defeat. "You?! Useless scum?! Defeat me?! Impossible!"

As the Demon met her end, she started to remember her past as a human. How she was cast away because of her appearance and became depressed. And how a strange man came along and offered her a way to have revenge. How she sought to save other women from the same fate by giving them the gift of death.

"Those women should thank me," she thought as her head disintegrated. "I saved them from becoming worthless."

Meanwhile, the Slayers were recovering from the ordeal. Sanemi-kun had not been able to block all of the projectiles, resulting in minor injuries on his and Harry's faces. Kyojuro-kun was mostly alright, although he had been scratched a little by the woman he'd saved. The woman had still been under the Demon's influence until she'd been killed, so the young man had held her back during the fight, lest she try to jump into the well, which would have likely resulted in the distraction and injury of his comrades.

"Let's go back..." Harry said.

His comrades nodded in agreement as they returned to the village.

That night, in a hotel, Harry found himself unable to sleep. Rising, he quietly left the room where Kyojuro-kun was still snoring loudly. Wrapping his robe more tightly around himself as he shivered in the cold, he approached his absent friend, sitting next to him without a word. Sanemi-kun would talk to him when he was ready. It was never a good idea to push. Finally, Sanemi-kun shuddered and looked at him from the corner of his eye.

"What did you hear?" he asked Harry.

Harry knew what he meant.

"I heard my mother's voice. She kept asking me to come to her. That she was... waiting for me."

Sanemi-kun's shoulders slumped.

"I..." he hesitated. "I heard my mother and siblings. They kept asking me to come with them... so we'd all be together again. It... was really hard to resist them, especially when the younger ones started to cry. How did you do it?"

Harry sighed.

"I guess... I don't really remember my mom much. I only know what she sounded like because I still have nightmares of hearing her die. She's... always been dead to me, so there wasn't anything to miss."

Sanemi-kun grunted in understanding. They sat for an endless amount of time in silence. Harry knew how hard it was for his friend. His entire family had been massacred, save for a single brother who had pushed away as a hope that he'd stay away from the Corps. He was alone. As the oldest, Harry knew the guilt was eating him alive. It wouldn't be easy to get past this type of trauma, if he ever would. Right now, Harry would do the best he could to support him.
Finally, when dawn was nearing, Harry gently nudged his best friend.

"Let's go inside. We'll need sleep for our next mission."

Sanemi-kun nodded wordlessly.

***Time Skip***

Time had passed. Harry was now fourteen years old with more experience as both a Slayer and a Wizard under his belt.

The new school year at Mahoutokoro for the young Slayer had started a week before. The young man was contentedly heading back to his dorm after dinner, which he shared with three others who were in a similar situation-Wizards who hunted Demons by night. Because of the perimeter by which they patrolled, they were often finished with their missions before midnight. Which helped as they often had classes the next morning. The situation wasn't ideal, but they dealt with it.

Harry smiled as he thought about his new friends; Akira, Takeo, and Haruto. Their families had been killed by Demons, resulting in their desire to become Slayers. They had passed Final Selection at fourteen, right before their fourth year at the magical school. The castle had provided their housing needs as they had nowhere else to go, as they did for any other orphan.
Harry always thought that was nice of them.

Anyways, Harry hummed happily as he approached his dorm room. He had stayed behind after dinner to ask a Professor a question, so he was alone while his friends had gone ahead. Not that he minded. The castle was peaceful at this time of the evening. At least, that's what Harry thought.

Unfortunately for Harry, his life was about to take a sharp turn.

Just as he rounded the bend to reach the entrance to his dorm, a heavy weight pressed down on him. It felt like he was being squeezed through a tiny tube. Resisting the urge to vomit, Harry acted the moment he hit the ground again (when did he ever leave the ground?). His sword, his preferred weapon, was drawn (usually good if you didn't know if non-Magicals were involved), a Wind Breathing Form already on his tongue.

"Wind Breathing... Third Form... Clear Storm Wind Tree..."

Given that this form was the most defensive out of all the forms, it was useful in deflecting any attacks that might be aimed at Harry from whoever had abducted him-most likely a Demon. However, the words that were spouted in response to his Breathing Technique were spells, not Blood Demon Arts.

Before he was even finished executing his form, Harry had already come to the conclusion that he'd been abducted by Wizards, possibly from Britain, based on the accents and language used by the shouting Wizards.

Harry's zori met the stone skillfully as he quickly prepared to deflect anymore attacks. Looking around, he blinked. He appeared to be in an enormous room-likely a great hall. To his right, a handful of startled older Witches and Wizards were pointing their wands at him. Behind one of them, Harry thought he saw a glimpse of blue fire. To the other side, a large gaggle of students were seated at four large tables, various banners hanging above each one. A lion, a serpent, a raven, and a badger. The students closest to him had their wands pointed at him.

Ah. So that's where he was.

Harry kept his blade drawn. He didn't trust this at all. The act of summoning him should have serious legal repercussions for the one who did so. How was this possible...?

"Harry, my boy! It's so good to meet you at last. You can't imagine how worried we all were for you when we discovered you were missing! Especially since it seems as though the Japanese held you captive! But you're safe now, where your parents always wanted you to be. Now, why don't you give that sword to me, and we can see about getting you sorted?"

The voice came from behind Harry. Despite the seemingly grandfatherly nature of the older man's words, they did nothing but send shivers down his spine. He wanted to vomit when he sensed the suggestion behind his words, intent on controlling him.

Harry had never been more grateful for his occlumency lessons.

He straightened, keeping his sword drawn, but pointed to the ground. Choosing to answer to nothing of what the old man said, Harry asked a question of his own.

"How did I get here?"

He turned to face the old man who had spoken. It was just as he thought. There was no doubt in his mind that this was Albus Dumbledore. The one who placed him with his abusive "family" without bothering to do a background check.

The old man blinked in surprise at the question, no doubt expecting questions about his parents, etc.

"Well, my boy, you are in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Your lovely parents studied here. I knew them quite well you see. This year, this great school is hosting a legendary tournament, the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Despite the fact that only three Wizards at a time are meant to be selected, your name appeared in the Goblet of Fire, and then the Goblet summoned you here. It seems fate has brought you here! How wonderful!"

Harry considered the man's words as he smoothly sheathed his sword, but kept it ready to draw.

"I assume that there a tangible way to see how a student is selected? May I see?"

The old man was surprised again, but handed Harry a scrap of paper. Harry was careful not to touch him. He looked at the paper.

Harry Potter.

All that written on the paper was his name. Or rather, his former name.

"But this is wrong." Harry waved the piece of paper. "My name was legally changed after I was adopted. My name is Harry Rengoku now. How was it able to summon me after I changed my name?"

Dumbledore gave him an indulgent smile that made Harry want to shred him into tiny pieces.

"The power of the Goblet of Fire is quite mysterious. No one quite knows how it operates."

Harry thought that answer was bullcrap. Someone would have had to put his name in there and have some idea that he would be summoned. Sounds like he was just giving an excuse for his own lack of knowledge. Oh well. Harry would play along for now. He had to find out more about the Tournament.

"So this Tournament..." Harry mused. "I assume that a magical contract is involved. What are the terms?"

Another man stepped forwards at this point. He looked like he thought himself to be quite important and official. He was likely the government liaison for this event.

"I'm afraid, Mr. Potter (Harry had to resist the urge to correct him), that if you don't compete, your magical core will be stripped away, resulting in a most painful death. I'm afraid you have no choice but to compete."

Harry silently processed the news. This could be a problem if it affected either his schooling or Demon slaying. He turned to the official-looking man.

"And what is required of the participants?"

The man straightened up, his self-importance oozing.

"Each one must complete three separate tasks. They must also be present at the Yule Ball in December."

"And how long does each task usually take?"

"A few hours at most, depending on the task."

Oh. This would be easier than he thought. They only needed him for four days. That was doable.

Harry bowed and nodded, turning back to Dumbledore.

"I understand. These are my terms to participate. I'm sure you wouldn't refuse them. Wouldn't want me to drop dead after all. First, I represent my own school, Mahoutokoro. Secondly, my Headmaster and some of the students of my school may attend the tasks as they wish. Thirdly, my non-magical family is also welcome to come. They are all aware of magic and have done nothing but support me. Finally, I am not required to stay here during the school year, but may return to Japan, only returning here on the days of the tasks. Is this agreeable to you? Surely it's not too much to ask?"

Silence reined in the hall. Harry had a feeling they that no one ever challenged old Albus Dumbledore like this. The old man quickly shook his head.

"I would have thought it would have been preferable for you to remain here for the year, and study where your parents studied?"

If he brought up Harry's parents one more time Harry would stab him in the face.

"Well, my parents did love me. I'm sure they would want me to be happy. I'm happy in Japan. And you don't even know me, how would you know what I want? It really is cruel of you to bring up my dead parents like that too. Imagine if I brought up your dead sister every time I wanted to get you to do something." Yes, Harry did his research on this man.

Silence reigned in the hall. Harry was fairly certain that several of them were close to having aneurysms. He tried not to burst out laughing.

Harry turned back to the official-looking man, who was gaping at him like a fish.

"Since I have yet to hear another objection, I assume it's settled then? Now, I should probably meet my fellow participants and then be on my way. I'm sure my friends and family at home are quite worried about the way I suddenly vanished into thin air. I'd like to return home as soon as possible and alleviate their concerns."

Harry liked the other participants. Cedric was very welcoming of Harry. Krum was somewhat awkward but well-meaning. Fleur mostly ignored him, no doubt resenting his presence. Harry ignored her in turn. He didn't even know about the Tournament. How was he supposed to have cheated?

After that, Harry signed some paperwork that basically cemented his place as the fourth participant. Harry quietly vanished any subtle paragraphs that hinted that his own terms would not be met. He would not be tricked like this. Once that was done, Harry and Bartemius Crouch, the official who told him about the tournament, both took a portkey to Mahoutokoro. Harry was glad to leave. The questions about his sword and whereabouts were getting annoying.

As it turned out, the school has noticed his absence when his roommates noticed he never came back from dinner and were on a manhunt for him. Harry saw Akira as soon as they landed on the school outskirts.

"Harry-kun!" The boy yelled as he ran towards him.

Harry noticed him finger his sword hilt under his uniform.

"We thought you'd been kidnapped! Where have you been?!"

Harry placed a hand on his shoulder in greeting.

"You're not too far off the mark. Sorry to worry everyone. We need to speak to the Headmaster immediately. Is he awake?"

At this point, Akira noticed Crouch and glared at him.

"Who's he?"

Harry sighed.

"A member of the British Wizarding government. It's complicated right now."

Akira nodded, and gestured to the castle.

"Yeah, the Headmaster is awake. He's investigating the wards. Nothing should have been able to yank you out of the castle like that."

Akira led them to where Harry had disappeared. It felt ages ago to him. A middle-aged man was there, his hands on the walls, chanting softly. Akira interrupted him.

"Found him! Sounds like the British captured him. Said he and his new British friend need to talk to you!"

The headmaster opened his eyes, ceasing his chanting as he regarded Harry and Crouch. Harry bowed politely and introduced his companion. The other man nodded.

"Come, Rengoku-San. You and Crouch-San can come with me to my office. We will speak there. Akira-San, round up the search parties and let them know our missing student has been located."

As chaotic as he was, Akira was never one to disobey a direct command from the headmaster, vanishing in an instant after shooting a look to Harry.

The headmaster turned to Crouch.

"We regard our students' safety above all else, no matter their status. I hope you can explain why one of my students ended up in Britain."

The warning in his voice did not go unnoticed by Crouch, who straightened. Harry could see the sweat on his brow.

"I-yes! It's a most dire misunderstanding, I assure you! We had no intention to kidnap Mr. Potter here!"

Harry finally jumped in.

"Crouch-San, if I may, I request that you refer to me by my adopted last name, Rengoku. To do otherwise is quite rude."

Crouch sputtered again.

"O-of course! I apologize!"

The walk to the headmaster's office took ages, at least that's what it felt like to Harry.
Several student saw them and expressed their gratitude that Harry was back.

Something that Harry appreciated about this place was how every student was treated equally. It didn't matter that Harry was "famous." If a no-name, Muggleborn was the one who was lost, that child would have been searched for and missed just as vigorously. The school unity at this place was extremely high. Harry had read about how divided Hogwarts was because of the Houses, how some saw themselves as better than their peers because of what House they were in. And it often even affected the students after they graduated. While Harry could appreciate some good competition, this was taking it too far. There was nothing like that in Mahoutokoro. Here, everyone took care of each other, regardless of anything else. There were bullies of course, but that wasn't the norm.

Harry was jerked out of his thoughts as the headmaster's office door swung open, the relaxing feel of the environment calming him down. The man sat in his office chair, motioning for the pair behind him to follow suit. He leaned forwards.

"Now, if you would please explain the circumstances in which one of my students was kidnapped, I would love to hear it."

Far away, a pair of red eyes with a catlike slit opened. A smirk appeared on a porcelain face. On of his minions had just given him the most interesting information. It wouldn't be long now...

I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! I enjoyed writing the sass lol. I can't believe how quickly I was able to write and publish it! Woohoo we're finally gonna start adding the HP universe into the story!
One thing I forgot to mention is that Harry didn't use magic in the opening fight because of the woman who was almost a victim of the Demon. In Japan, although they are more lax about it than Britain is, they don't like to advertise the existence of Witches and Wizards.
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