"Alright! dinner is ready!" Mother said walking in with food, I clapped my little hands and smiled in excitement. I heard Father chuckle and talk about how his kid was happy and how it made him happy too. I ran into the kitchen and pulled the chair sitting down. Mother set down the plates containing the delicious food, I sniffed the air letting out a sigh of relaxation. The smell of the freshly cooked food was amazing, Mother never failed to impress me. Father stayed at his spot, and Mother sat down calling him to come to eat. It was a normal evening for us, not a single noise except for footsteps and the sound of wind making the branches rustle. I couldn't wait to eat so I began to chow down on my food, getting a few laughs from my Mother. She began to eat as well, Father was still at his spot, he always told me he waited for the sun to come down to watch it. I believe it's called a sunset? Yeah.
Father hasn't come to eat, Mother sent me to fetch him since she was worried. I ran outside opening the shōji, "Dad! Come eat! Your food is getting cold! Mother is-" that's when I saw it, well not it but him, My father was on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding him. I trembled in fear and bent down gripping onto his clothing shaking him. "Dad! Wake up! This isn't funny!" I kept shaking him, tears welled up in my eyes. "Father...?" I said one last time before rushing inside to tell mother.
"Mom! Mom!" I yelled out going inside. I looked around and saw no one or nothing, I heard footsteps and a few whispers. I looked down to see Mother bleeding to death, she looked up at me. "Go, Run...Run as fast as you can, leave, you need to escape...I don't want you to get eaten" she uttered out. I hugged her for the last time sobbing, It was just a normal evening for us, a normal evening. I perked up at the sound of footsteps a figure stood there.
The figure was about 5'9, he had dark hair and his eyes were sharp and were a darker shade of blue going light. His outfit consisted of a haori with the left side being a maroon like color and the right side with a palette pattern of green, yellow, and orange. I stared up at him trembling, did he do this? No...He's a slayer, a demon slayer. Father talked about them and how they would protect us, but he's too late. I let go of my mother's now dead cold body and grabbed the knife from the table charging at him. He dodged every single time I tried to attack leaving me dropping the knife. "You could use that spirit of yours to get stronger and slay the demon who killed your family.." He finally said. "S-Slay?" I stuttered out, he nodded and offered his hand, "We have to go, come with me, I know someone who can teach you". I took it and followed him. "Who? Who can teach me?" I asked, he kept walking, "Sakonji Urokodaki".