Fandom Kimetsu No Yaiba Gaiden: Order Of The Cherry Blossoms

[TPBx]

There exists an organization called the Demon Slaying Corps that stands as the sole defense between the Japanese people and the monsters that come out in the night. They are composed of the most skilled and strongest warriors in the country, highly trained operatives called Demon Slayers are specialized in eliminating one kind of enemy, Demons. Contrary to belief, they aren't just tales that parents tell their children, but very real monsters whose only purpose is to devour and destroy humanity. Their leader, Kibutsuji Muzan, the first Demon, for a thousand years was supposedly the sole Demon responsible for the creation of every Demon. However, several stories have spread around the country that a new Archdemon, similar to Muzan, has risen and its the job of this new generation of Demon Slayers to find out if these stories are true and to stop this menace before they become a threat.



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１９１６年／四月／２２日　( 22nd of April, 1916 )
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It is night time. The moon rises ever so slightly above a dimly lit temple. The Japanese Cherry Trees that are spread throughout the courtyard are in full bloom sway slightly as a breeze blows through from the mountains into the valley below. Their blooming flowers are scattered throughout the area and float in the air around a group of cloaked of five cloaked figures gather around a single man who is tied down and on his knees. He appears worried as he looks around himself frantically, not recognizing the area. The hostage then looks up at one of the cloaked figures as they walk toward him. A soft breath of perfume fills his nose as the more recognizably slender figure approaches him. Then another person was then brought up to the group and placed next to the man. This person turned out to be a boy no older than thirteen. The boy panicked and looked around, then wriggled out of his restraints and attempted to run away, only to have the attempt thwarted by one of the cloaked figures who chased him down with unholy speed. That's when the man realized the true futility of their situation. The boy was dragged back into the group and his restraints were tied even tighter.

The boy began sniffling and crying as fear took over. He looked at the man, but the man could do nor say anything to help him. The older man felt just as helpless, after seeing that display of power, but he tried his best not to show it. He only looked around and figured that this was it for the two of them. The man resolved to face death bravely so that he could at least set a good example for the boy before they were both gone from this world. The slender cloaked figure removed their outer garments revealing a woman with white-blonde hair that shined underneath the moonlit sky. Her facial features were obscured by the shadow of the moon and the dying torches within the temple courtyard, but the one thing that stood out were her cat-like eyes that stared into the two men's souls. She nodded at the the four other demons and they all departed leaving the three of them by themselves.

The wind rustled as she approached the older man and knelt by him, pressing her cheek against his and putting her mouth by his ear. She whispered and asked him, "do you reject your humanity, young one." The man's blood froze still and all he could hear was his heart pounding as her breath passed over the back of his neck. She caressed his neck with a single finger but dug into his flesh with her nails ever so slightly cutting into him. The man held back the pain as he felt the warm blood pour from his neck onto his chest. She laughed softly and smiled as she stepped away from him. The boy looked at him earnestly as if the man would step up and be some sort of hero. He had heard the stories and knew what was going on, so the man did what he had to do.

"No," he stated proudly, "I will remain human until the day I die."

"Aww, what a shame," the Demon replied, "at least that day comes soon." She then tackled him, pinning him down, and put her hand over his mouth to make sure the man couldn't scream as she dug her jaws into his neck. Blood spurted everywhere as the Demon ripped out the man's throat with a single bite. The man struggled for a bit, mumbling and trying to get her off him in vain, falling dead within seconds. A cloaked figure reappeared behind her handing her a towel to wipe her mouth before approaching the boy, who sat there in shock and covered with the man's blood. He stared up at her and then back at the dead man. As he looked back at the demon, her face was only a couple inches from his own. Her eyes trained onto his alone.

She then asked him the same question, "do you reject your humanity young one?" The boy nodded in agreement out of fear for his own life. The Demon briefly stood up and pulled out a blade hidden beneath her kimono and deeply into her left hand, so that her blood would pour out. She then approached the boy again, leaned her head on his, whispering into his ear, "now become my disciple," and plunged her now blood soaked hand into the boy's chest, grasping his heart and letting a good amount of her blood flow into him. Once she felt like she had given the boy enough blood, the Demon stepped away and watched as the conversion process took over, letting her hand heal in the process. The boy groaned and roared as his voice became distorted as he twisted and contorted, the demon blood now surging through his veins. His eyes widened and became cat-like the other Demons. He had grown a bit larger and stood tall with considerably more muscle mass, easily breaking free from his restraints. The hole in his chest regenerated quickly as he hunched over and shrugged his shoulders back and forth.

The Demon smiled menacingly, proud of her new creation.

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Mt. Fujikasane
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The candidates of this year's Final Selection gather at the base of the mountain surrounded by the always blooming Wisteria Trees. Anxious as the hour before their final test of to become a Demon Slayer comes closer and closer. If they manage to survive these next three nights, these candidates will become official Demon Slayers, and hopefully do their best to finally end the menace that has plagued Japan for hundreds of years. However hard these first few fights are, they are nothing compared to whats to come....

 

[Amyleii]

Amhya stood at the base of the mountain, a demon seal tied to her mouth as a muzzle, and her hands bound. It was vary difficult to get to the demonslayers without being killed, and difficult still to do it without killing any of those slayers who thought they where guarding their leaders from an evil demon, But she had somehow managed to show her new-found mercy as she trecked up to make this deal. she would now be pawned off to a new slayer, bound and gaged as promised, for their protection, to serve the demon slayers in their fight against her brothers and sisters. This was the only way she could remove this horrible sting of human regret she now felt. It was also the only way she could find out why she was like this without risking being constantly attacked by the demon slayers on her journey for answers. The leaders of the slayers also seemed interested in her sudden change of heart, since she had long been a target for them. in a couple of hours she would meet her new caretakers and her journey to learn why she now has human emotions would begin.

 

[SakuraBlossom28]

Mariko was among one of the first to arrive, which embarrassed her slightly as she knew many eyes would be on her. She kept her head down, positioned meekly, not really in the mood for much socializing. The only girly features on her were a pair of pearl earrings in her ears, which didn’t bother her one bit since she knew boys who wore earrings too, and the hair-piece given to her by Miyano.

Right, she had to start calling herself Miyano now. Mariko was safe at home, taking care of the children; she was not there, Miyano was determined and anxious for his test. She needed to become Miyano. A simple sword was worn by her side and she also wore a simple brown kimono and hakama with a bright orange haori over everything. She noticed another girl standing by herself and widened her eyes slightly at seeing the restraints placed on her. She wasn’t scared, just curious, but she still made no move to go and talk to the girl. Instead, she remained alone, staring down at the ground as she waited for the rest of the canadites to show up and for the test to start. The only thing on her mind was how to pass herself off as Miyano better. She already had the fashion down, what else did she need?

 

[TPBx]

Miura arrived at the base of the mountain and began watching from a distance as the events of this year's Final Selection unfolded. While it wasn't the greatest feeling watching the weak fall as every night progressed, but that was the great filter that was the Final Selection. The ones that fall here would've failed when they were needed the most, and the reputation of reliability is something that the Demon Corps relied on year by year to garner support from the public. They had an image that showed they were more than competent at their job, and that competence had to be rooted in everyone from the bottom to the top. Though, his real business here was not to partake as a spectator of the tests, but to take upon himself a new partner, a demon who had a sudden change of heart, wanting instead to user her powers to the help the Demon Slaying Corps. He didn't know what she looked like, but there had to be someone looking uncomfortable in the midst of the Wisteria Trees.

Amyleii

 

[L0ck0n]

The travel to the test site was full of obstacles that really made him question his life path a few times. He was less prepared for battle compared to when he was little, and that alone worried him. Was he really going to be able to keep up with demons? His breathing was, to put it bluntly for himself, stronger than his actual stamina to keep them up. He could land a pretty hard blow on a demon, but doing it consistently for a long period of time was straining on his body. He was going to work on his stamina, but that would have to be after he passes the test.

Slowing down from a steady run Kazuhiro was taken aback at how beautiful the wisteria trees looked at night. As he walked through the trees to reach the test site he was amazed by how they glowed, and at how many there were. If he could grow one for his mother he would do it without thinking twice. He could practically hear his younger brother telling him to steal one, but he told his own voice in his head to be quiet as he neared the beginning of the testing site.

There was about two people already waiting at the base of the mountain from what Kazuhiro saw. He decided to at least greet one of them as the other gave him strange vibes. "Hello," he cleared his throat. "These trees are something else." Kazuhiro couldn't think of a proper way to greet himself to a total stranger, so he figured he could start with the trees topic.

SakuraBlossom28

 

[SakuraBlossom28]

Mariko jumped a bit at hearing someone else address her, and nodded meekly at the man who had addressed her, bowing her head in respect. He was not only a man but seemed to be older than her, so it was only right. She didn’t recognize him, nor did she feel he was interested in hearing her name, so she kept those facts to herself.

The trees. He wanted to talk about...the trees? Was that even a conversation topic that would hold much weight? She kept her head down, nodding again in agreement. She kept her voice lower and at a whisper; she needed to disguise that feature as well, but he had also given her permission to speak. “Yes...I think they’re very beautiful, actually,” She admitted truthfully. “It’s a rare colour or purple you never see naturally,”

L0ck0n