Time skip six months, date August 3rd
The first light of dawn barely kissed the horizon. A small child, about 9 or 10 years old, dashed through the forest. His cherry blossom-colored hair flowed to his shoulders, and a scar marked his face from mouth to ear. Despite running at high speeds, he remained composed, his pale skin showing little sign of exertion. After a while, he reached a serene clearing deep in the woods.
The area was tranquil, bathed in gentle light filtering through the trees. Various makeshift workout equipment scattered about—an assortment of boulders with ropes tied around them for makeshift weights, a rough bench press machine, and more. Without hesitation, the boy removed his shirt and began his daily routine.
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It's been around 6 months since I came to understand this world I have come to, though I'm still uncertain about who brought me here and for what reason. Overall, not much has changed since I faced the truth of my death—was it transmigration? Reincarnation? I'm not sure of the right word, but I've come to accept my situation as best I can. Some mornings, I still wake up hoping it's all a dream, but survival in this unfamiliar world has become my primary goal.
As I dropped my makeshift dumbbells to the ground, the sweat dripping off my relatively toned body. I reflected on my life these past six months in this relatively small town. I moved out of the orphanage against the matron's wishes after winter had fully passed because I had no attentions of being adopted. I mean, even the thought of an adult trying to care for me feels weird as someone with the mental capacity of one. So I moved to the outskirts of the village and built a little hut. Which isn't too shabby, if I do say so myself. There is a place for me to sleep enough insulation to keep the elements out and a place to prepare and cook my food. I still visit the orphanage from time to time been doing my best to repay the matron who saved me—helping with gardening, cleaning, and cooking whenever I have time. She insists she only tended to my wounds, and she is undeserving of my help, but I was raised to repay good deeds 2 fold. So the least I can do is help out now and then.
Another reason I decided to stay in this town is because for as long as I have been here there have been no demon sightings, or mysterious disappearances it's been relatively calm for the world of demon slayer but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth. Especially since I'm not entirely familiar with the demon slayer manga, but this area seems unexpectedly peaceful despite its proximity to a major city like Japan. So I decided here is where I will build my strength and fortitude, preparing the best I can for what this world has to offer, where relying on fate alone isn't an option for me. I have been given a second chance at life and I refuse to live it naively, hoping for outcomes like those in anime where protagonists survive by plot armor alone. For all I know, I'm in a timeline where even Tanjiro doesn't exist.
I'm determined to become stronger, faster—a pinnacle of a demon slayer. With my current body, I believe it's possible. Using a tree branch as a pulley, I strain against the weight of a boulder on the other end of the rope as i do overhead triceps extensions, pushing my body to its limit. As I dropped the boulder, the sound it made reverberated throughout the forest, causing the nearby birds and animals to flee. I sat down in a meditative position to rest my body and calm my mind, something I used to do in my past life after a hard training session.
I have also been in the pursuit of trying to master my own breathing style like inosuke. A breathing style is a crucial element in the demon slaying society. These styles, inspired by animals, plants, and emotions, imbue users with almost magical abilities. Yet, without guidance, replicating them proves challenging.
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3 months ago
We see sabito in the middle of the clearing with a lot fewer machines around than present day holding a wooden Katana that looked poorly made its tip pointed out in front of him his mind was calm as a lake and his body as still as a mountain. He made nary a move all that could be heard was the sound of the birds chirping happily in the forest than before the light of the morning sun could dare touch his skin a new sound was heard it was breathing but it sounded like the rushing of water a river, no a stream. A violent torrent of water the sound of hundreds of gallons of water were rushing into his lungs all at the same time.
"bang,"
He moved faster than any human in his old world had ever before, but only for a few feet before he collapsed on the ground, coughing up at least a liter of blood. Then from behind a tree a small figure was seen darting out quickly, turning sabito over on to his back.
The small figure turned out to be a young girl, her face filled with concern as she looked down at Sabito. She gently wiped the blood from his mouth with a cloth she had in her pocket, murmuring softly, "Sabito-san, you pushed yourself too hard again."
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back to the present
"ughhhhh,"
Just thinking about it still gives me a deep sense of pain, I thought as I reached my hand up to my chest to comfort myself and to think if Makomo wasn't there watching me, I would probably have choked on my blood and died again.
"huff,"
definitely not doing that again till I find a proper mentor or I gain some insight into how the hell to breathe without breaking my damn lungs.
Now that im thinking about it, didn't Urokodaki find Sabito and Makomo after they were orphaned? So it can't be much longer until he gets here, I thought. I can't believe I forgot about that. With his help, I can start the path to becoming a real demon slayer. Thinking back on it, makomo is a really lovely girl. Ever since the day I found out who she was, we have been. inseparable. She reminds me of the little sister I never had. The way she laughs and has that quisical look whenever she doesn't understand something or how she comes looking for me when she needs help, even if it is something insignificant. She has somehow wormed her way into my heart without me even noticing, and now I am not just trying to become strong to survive, but to also keep her safe.
It kinda makes me wonder how she hasn't been adopted yet. She is the sweets little girl I have ever met any family would be luck to have her. It is a little weird since it seems has a fairly high adoption rate. I mean, all the other kids I've met have gone off to be adopted and others take their place. Does this small town really have this many deadbeat parents who want to give up their children just to come and adopt different ones? Now that I'm thinking about it, I don't think I have ever seen the parents who adopted them. In fact, every time they get adopted, the matron just puts them in a carriage and ships them off to their new parents.
Alright, I need to chill. This is just my mind wandering from siting down for so long and I am probably digging to deep into this but i just can't get my mind off. It is something not adding up. A couple leave every month around the 4th and magically some new kids come in to the orphanage in the next few days. Wait, how have I never noticed this? Many kids are getting adopted at the same time every month and the fact that I have never seen or heard from them again. Hold on, maybe they're just being adopted in the nearby towns and cities. Ya ya, that sounds right, I thought as I went back to meditating, trying to calm my mind from the horrible thoughts I conjuring up.
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Then why is the carriage always back by sunrise?
Damn, how could I be so fucking stupid? They are sacrifices. I knew this town was too peaceful for its own good. I jumped up from my meditation and sprinted as fast as possible to the orphanage.
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Ha Ha Ha he's backkkkk; did ya miss me.
Sorry i have been gone so long. Was it because i was close to failing my summer course and had to lock the fuck in, maybe. Did i go many a sleepless nights craming to pass that god forsaken class, possibly. Did i totally forget i started this bitch, most definitely. But I'm back baby so no need to worry( i think). I cant wait to bring y'all more amazing content.