#wateredveil

Kohaku continued to dash throughout the forest as he desperately clenched his right arm that was starting to bleed, this was really bad as he was known as a Marechi whose rare blood type was intoxicating to demons.

He holds his kusarigama in his left arm as bare feet dash swiftly, he has to get away, he must hide!

He moves and weaves past broken down trees and rocks as he felt his adrenaline rush, however, he didn’t count on the one stray boulder there to stump his right foot as he fell down to the ground hard.

He cursed under his breath as he struggles to get back up, fatigue now weighing down on him as he was stuck.

His legs wouldn’t lift, his body was getting tired! No, this wasn’t good!

He stopped as he heard noises, something was approaching! He shuts his eyes, teeth clenched as he lays there fearing of what was drawing near.

Nezuko’s head tilted, her dark braid damp from the drizzle clinging to her shoulders, but she didn’t shrink back. Her sakura-hued eyes gleamed through the faint rain, unrelenting.

"I… I wanted to see you, Giyuu-san!" she said, voice high and bright despite the aching in her leg. She shifted slightly, careful, though it made a soft wince escape her lips. "Oyakata-sama… said I should check on you. So I came! I… I wanted to make sure you were okay!"

Her small hands fidgeted at her sides, one brushing a wet strand of hair from her face. "I… I didn’t mean to worry you… I just…" Her words stumbled into the air, earnest and insistent, the quiet desperation beneath her excitement almost palpable. "Please… can you… talk to me?"

Even sitting there, soaked and sore, she didn’t budge, her gaze holding steady on him, unwavering. She’d wait all day if she had to.

what a truly ridiculous and naive notion. akaza barks out a laugh, sharp fangs flashing as he tilts his head to look down at the slayer from where he stands. ❝ is that what you believe, giyū ? ❞ good and evil - none of that matters in the face of centuries and immortality. a subjective view, easily overwritten by strength. look at him, look at the other upper moons - look at their master. good and evil, what a laughable concept. so human, isnt it ? what does it matter. clearly, something's going terribly wrong if akaza is hundreds of years old and the embodiment of everything evil in the slayers eyes - and yet he's still alive. despite everything. where is this justice? where has it been for his entire life?

Palm   landed   gently   atop   the   boy's   head,   a   warm   smile   curving   pon   pink   glossed   lips. 

 "How   have   you   been   lately,   Tokito?   When   I   don't   see   you   around,   I   worry.   -   are   you   getting   enough   rest?   Eating   enough?   If   you   ever   want   some   sweets   I   have   a   HUGEEEE   stash   hidden   away,   hehe...."

Indeed. What was she doing here? Tomioka’s business was his own, and whether or not he wanted to teach and pass down his Hashira techniques his prerogative. But Shinobu’s feet had carried her here, armed with Aoi’s signature rice balls and her personal favorite tea to pair with them. A sort of… peace offering, she supposes. An excuse to visit. Going out of her way, some might think, to do so.

“ I heard you might be wallowing~ ” The partial truth, noticeably absent and quiet when called upon by the Master to volunteer their individual time. To unlock their Marks. To be prepared for the final battle. It stirs old memories, past feelings, a pillar Tomioka doesn’t feel deserving of. “ Can’t wallow fully on an empty stomach, now can you? ” Inviting herself in, Shinobu takes a swift survey of the room, searching for any signs of possible illness he’s kept away from the others, a potential reason for not wanting to commit to training the other slayers.

Chopper entered a Japanese forest, riding atop a gigantic bird that towered over most of the trees. The bird cawed powerfully enough to blow branches for several hundred meters. As it landed, Chopper smiled softly at the beast, climbing down as carefully as he could. "Thank you for the ride, Asaemon! The Torino Kingdom will surely prosper with the end of your great war!"

Stumbling forward on the grassy forest, Chopper frowned softly, waving for his huge friend to fly off on the off chance of danger finding them. "Tell the others I made it. I'll find the next village before sunrise." The bird seemed to understand Chopper's human speech, nodding its large head in preparation to follow the order. With the bird gone, he now needed to find a traveling companion.