Obaa-Chan VS Uselessness Index

Obaa-Chan VS Uselessness Index

Sakura Haruno is and was a character who divided the Naruto Fandom. The most common argument against her was that she was useless. Now what one shall do if you are reborn as her? Our elderly MC for sure will do anything, do not be her!

Or:

An 85-year-old granny and Naruto Fan gets reborn into the Shinobi world as Sakura Haruno. Rejected canon and modeled herself after Mitsuri Kanroji from Demon Slayer.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Fox and the Sun

Demon and Demon Slayer in one? A paradox, but you were the living proof. For two good centuries, you served the Demon Slayer Corps as the Fox-Hashira, only in your mind your revenge against the Demon King, who had made you a demon. It took a kind boy with the sun in his soul to remind yourself of your humanity. Fox-Demon!ReaderXTanjiro Kamado

Chapter 2: Good or Bad?

Your prayers were been answered.

Two of the Master’s daughters, you think it’s Nichika and Hinaki, announce the arrival of Oyakata-Sama.

With the help of his daughters, he was led to the edge of the veranda, while he greeted you all calmly and welcoming, being glad that you all were fine.

All Hashira’s got in line and kneeled before him.

You saw how Shinazugawa formally smashed poor Tanjiro’s face into the dirt so that he kneeled also.

You suppressed a growl.

The boy didn’t deserve this treatment.

“I am pleased to see you in good health as well, Master.”, greeted the white-haired Hashira. “I fervently pray for your continued good fortune.”

“Thank you, Sanemi.”

“If I may, Master… Before we start the Hashira Meeting, would you mind enlightening us about this swordsman, Tanjiro Kamado, accompanied by a demon?”

The master gave you all an apologetic smile. “Right. I apologize for startling you all. But first, before I tell you my decision on this matter…Inari-San, can you please tell us all your story?”

Not only you blinked surprised, but your Hashira colleagues and Tanjiro let out also surprised sounds.

“I think we all need a refresher and young Tanjiro can benefit from hearing it.”, added Oyakata-Sama.

You nodded, an order was an order, even if you did wonder why you should tell your story and began: “It happened exactly 340 years ago. I was a normal seventeen year old girl living my life. Then one night, all changed for me. The Demon King killed my family and turned me into a demon. I became like the Kitsune from our folktales, I was powerful, even so young. Kibutsuji called me his crown jewel. His best creation. For a good 100 years, I was under his rule. I…I killed and eat lots of people, sometimes whole villages. I know it was wrong, but my bloodlust was so strong. But slowly over the years, I regained more of my humanity. I got so strong that I finally could flee from Kibutsuji. I roomed this land, only eating humans who were considered monsters. Murders, rapists, pedophiles. I felt I did something good. Then one day I stumbled over an old shrine where the fox goddess Inari was worshipped. The Miko’s who lived there were old and frail. It didn’t stop robbers to enter the sanctuary and trying to steal the treasures. I protected the woman, killing the man. The Miko’s thought of me as a godsend by Inari herself, begging me to stay with them, which a did for a few years. Then one day the Master of the Demon Slayer Corps of that time and two of his strongest Hashira appeared. The Master begged that I joined their cause, which I did since I want to personal put Kibutsuji’s head on a stake. It was not simple to be accepted by the other Hashira’s. I still needed to eat human flesh to survive, the sun still burned me. It took nearly 100 years till I was so respected in the Corps that no one doubted my devotion. I saw a lot of Masters and Hashiras come and go, helped to raise future Demon Slayers, and worked on myself to reign more of my humanity. For a good 50 years now, I only need blood to survive, which comes from volunteers. 10 years ago I managed to finally master the ability to walk in the sun. I came a long way from Kibutsuji pet monster Kitsune to now being the proud Hashira Inari. And that’s my story.”

“I want you all to remember Inari-San story.”, advised Oyakata-Sama. “My Ancestor saw the potential of having a good demon on our side. Like how I see potential in Tanjiro and Nezuko Kamado. Both will be Demon Slayer and I want you to accept my decision.”

It was so silent you could hear a needle drop.

Curious you glanced at the other Hashira’s. A lot seemed to struggle with this decision, but they also KNOW you for ages, some of them you babysit as children, they knew a demon could be good and control themselves.

On the other hand, this was you and Nezuko they didn’t know.

Himejima found first his words: “Even if it’s what you desire, Master, I cannot agree to it. Inari-Sama is a special case, a rarity. She has more than one lifetime of experience and self-control on her side than the young demon girl.”

“I’m flamboyantly opposed as well!”, agreed Tengen. “Inari-Senpai was once one of the twelve Kizuki, she is different from other demons. I can’t see another demon being like her.”

“I shall do whatever it is you wish, Oyakata-Sama!”, said Mitsuri.

At least one was for Nezuko and Tanjiro.

“I’m fine either way… I’m going to forget soon, anyway.”, deadpanned Tokitou.

Another one on their side, maybe? Well, better than nothing.

“I won’t trust them. I won’t trust them.”, hissed Iguro formally. “In the first place, I loathe demons. It was hard enough to come to respect Inari-Senpai and trust her. And she has centuries of self-control under her belt.”

“Although I respect you with all my heart, that’s an incomprehensible notion, Master! I oppose it with everything I’ve got! Inari-Senpai is the only demon we can trust.”, proclaimed Rengoku.

“The Demon Slayer Corps’ mission is to annihilate demons.”, reminded Shinazugawa you all. “I request that you penalize both Kamado and Tomioka!”

Oyakata-Sama turned to you.

“Inari-San, you are on both sides. Tell me…what do you think about Kamado Nezuko.”

You licked your lips, carefully selecting the words you wanted to say.

“Kamado Nezuko…is different. That is clear. She could detect that I’m a demon, even if I was using my Blood Demon Art. She could smell it on me.”

You formally felt how the other Hashira were losing their shit after that revelation. No one besides Muzan or an Upper Moon should have this power.

You continued.

“She didn’t react hostile at me, let me even pick her up and carry her. Nezuko is intelligent, she doesn’t seem to have any bloodlust. I think…she is more like me than we think…no she is even better than me if she really doesn’t need human flesh or blood to survive.”

“Your conclusion, Inari-San?”

“Oyakata-Sama, if this is all right with you…I would take responsibility for Nezuko and Tanjiro Kamado. I’m even ready to put my life on the line. If Nezuko will eat a single human, then you can kill me with her. I won’t fight.”

That made all Hashira really lose their nerves.

“Inari-Chan, no!”, screamed Mitsure, tears in her eyes.

“Senpai, that’s crazy, we can’t lose you!”, shouted Rengoku.

You know he had a soft spot for you. When his father was a Hashira and he was a young boy, you would often play with him and even babysit him. You are pretty sure you even changed some diapers of his.

“Inari-Senpai, that’s dumb and so not like you. You really want to put your life at stake for another demon?”, wonder Obanai.

Before it really could get out of control Oyakata-Sama wanted you all to hear this letter from the former Water Hashira and your old friend Sakonji Urokodaki.

Hinaki read aloud how Tanjiro should be allowed to be accompanied by his demon sister. That Nezuko had resilient mental strength and has not lost her human emotions. Even in a starved state, she never devoured humans, and this has held true more than two years later. Although the situation seems somewhat far-fetched, it is an indisputable fact. Then came the bomb in which your old friend, Tomioka, and even Tanjiro promised to commit ritual suicide, if Nezuko should kill a human.

As you promised a few minutes ago. All right, you said they could kill you too, but it was the same thing in a way.

Your nose tickled with the salty fragrance of tears. Tanjiro was crying silent and thankful tears. He seemed so glad and relieved that at least three people were on his and Nezuko’s side.

He was a good young man, you felt it.

“So what if they commit ritual suicide and Inari-Senpai lets us kill her?”, growled Shinazugawa. “If you want to die, then rot for all I care! It’s no guarantee! Not by a long shot!”

Rengoku wanted to say something, probably agreeing with him, but you calmly turned to Shinazugawa and said ice-cold: “And yet you trust me?”

“W-What?”

“Kamado Nezuko has never devoured human flesh, where I, I eat and killed more than a thousand, and still to this day I need blood. She is better than me, yet you and anybody else can’t wait for to decapitate her and her brother who loves her so dearly and would do anything for her.”, you scolded.

Nearly everyone looked ashmead.

They were based, they knew that.

Was it because they grow up with you as a parental/sisterly figure or you earned their trust.

They weren’t thinking rationally, but with their emotions, and they were in chaos.

Only Tanjiro looked at you like…you were a divine being, coming to Earth to help him and his sister.

You fought off a blush and pointedly didn’t look in his direction. These dark red eyes with heartful tears in them were too much to handle.

“The fact is that Nezuko has refrained from devouring humans for more than two years, and also that there are three people and one demon risking their lives for her.”, sums up Oyakata-Sama. “To reject this notion, those who reject it must offer an even more convincing argument.”

Shinazugawa gave an angry grumble.

“Do you all have the will to do so?”

No one said anything, and that’s when Oyakata-Sama let the next bomb drop: “Also, there’s something I’d like to relay to you, my children. Tanjiro here has met Kibutsuji.”

You Hashiras being shocked was the understatement of the century.

Your chin meets the floor. Tanjiro meet the fucking asshole and lived?

What?!

“No, impossible!”, yelled Tengen. “After Inari-Senpai joined us 200 years ago no one has ever crossed paths with him?!”

“Is the bastard still high and mighty as ever? I hope you didn’t battle him. He probably has a new hidey-hole, did you see it?”, you shoot your questions at him, like bullets from a pistol.

The others shoot their own question at him, like what he looked liked, what his powers were, and so on.

Poor Tanjiro was clearly overwhelmed with you all shouting questions at him so Oyakata-Sama called you all to order.

“Kibutsuji has sent pursuers after Tanjiro. Though his purpose may simply be to silence him, now that Kibutsuji’s given himself away for the first time, I don’t want to let go. I also believe something’s happening to Nezuko that Kibutsuji never saw coming. Not unlikely with what happened with Inari-San. One of his own Upper Moon betraying him must have shocked him, even if it was so long ago. Can you try to understand?”

Boarheaded Shinazugawa refused to understand the Masters reasons. He was so fixed in his mindset that all demons needed to be killed, that he couldn’t see another way. Not that you could blame him, after what he experienced as a child.

Then he actually slices his arm to let the blood drop on Nezuko’s box to coax her out!

Good thing you weren’t hungry or else you would probably start sucking.

Of course, Nezuko comes not out, hello sunlight, which Obanai reminds Sanemi, and the white-haired Hashira jumps into the mansion and then again stabs Nezuko through the box.

That’s when you see red.

One second you look human, the next your whisker marks get deeper, your hair turns orange, fox ears and a tail grow and you know your eyes turn red.

With a growl you jump between Sanemi and Nezuko’s box, holding in an iron grip his Katana.

“That’s enough, Sanemi! As your Senpai I say: Stand down!”, you growl in your demonic voice.

It’s deeper more animalist than your human one.

This all took place in a few seconds, so of course, all are like statues and don’t know what to do.

They know not to cross you when you show your true self. You were a one-woman army, worth a thousand Demon Slayers.

Nonetheless, Sanemi gets his bearing back.

“Senpai, you would face off against one of your comrades for a demon?!”

“She is an innocent being, I won’t let you egg her on. You practically play with fire here!”

“Innocent being?! That’s a demon and I just want to prove to you all how dangerous she really is!”

That’s when you all hear how the box opens. Growling, with saliva running down her muzzle Nezuko stands up from it.

Fast she grips your arm and puts you behind her.

What is she…?

“What is happening?”, ask Oyataka-Sama his daughters.

“The younger demon seems to protect Inari-Sama. She put herself between Inari-Sama and Shinazugawa-Sama.”, responds Hinaki.

So you aren’t imagining things.

“Come on demon attack me.”, taunts her Sanemi. “You didn’t like me yelling at one of your kind and you want my blood. Show everyone your true self.”

It seems like an eternity passes, but Nezuko just turns away from Sanemi and hugs you.

You feel her shaking in your arms, she is fighting against her bloodlust, but she is winning.

“Good girl.”, you coo at her, hugging her back. “You are a good girl.”

Again the Master asks what happened and both his daughter tell him what transpired.

“So now, it’s been proven that Nezuko won’t attack humans, right?”, declares Oyakata-Sama.

Well, no one can argue anymore.

In the end, Tanjiro and Nezuko were now accepted as Demon Slayers and their quest was to defeat the Twelve Kizuki and the Demon King himself.

Tanjiro promised that they would do their best.

Then Shinobu pointed out that he needed medical attention, so the Kakushi arrived to take Tanjiro and Nezuko.

You helped Nezuko back into her box, giving her forehead a kiss and a promise that you would see her soon. She made cute agreeing noises at you.

Never seeing how Tanjiro looked at you, a fox-demon, been so kind and good to his sister, filling his heart with new emotions.

After the Kamado’s Siblings were gone with the Kakushi, the Hashira Meeting could take place.

You switched back into your human form and follow after the other to the meeting room.

Oyakata-Sama with his two daughters by his side sits before you. The room was dark only illuminated with lamps and you all sit in seiza before him.

You talked about how the quality of the Demon Slayer has gone bad, how this era changed so much, and how the Demon King let this chaos happen with his Lower Moon to hide his traces.

The Master let all, besides you, go, with the words that you were the best Demon Slayer since the Feudal Era.

You expected a scolding for acting out of line today, showing your true self, and commanding Sanemi, but the Master just wanted your honest opinion.

You were the oldest, you have seen death and life come and go.

Was the way the Demon Slayer Corps took the right one?

You only said this.

“Oyakata-Sama. I think we found valuable assets in Tanjiro and Nezuko Kamado. These two are something special. They are full…of sunlight. And sunlight is the best against demons.”

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The Fox and the Sun Index

Demon and Demon Slayer in one? A paradox, but you were the living proof. For two good centuries, you served the Demon Slayer Corps as the Fox-Hashira, only in your mind your revenge against the Demon King, who had made you a demon. It took a kind boy with the sun in his soul to remind yourself of your humanity. Fox-Demon!ReaderXTanjiro Kamado

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Obaa-Chan VS Uselessness

Sakura Haruno is and was a character who divided the Naruto Fandom. The most common argument against her was that she was useless. Now what one shall do if you are reborn as her? Our elderly MC for sure will do anything, do not be her!

Or:

An 85-year-old granny and Naruto Fan gets reborn into the Shinobi world as Sakura Haruno. Rejected canon and modeled herself after Mitsuri Kanroji from Demon Slayer.

Prolog: I'm too old to be reborn!

Let's make one thing clear.

I'm not some 16-year-old girl who got hit by a truck and got isekai into an anime world.

I'm old.

Really old.

85 years old.

I got wrinkles and white hair and I'm a bit chubby.

I lived a long and fulfilling life. 

I read, watched, and bought anime, traveled the world, enjoyed the company of friends and family, found a job I adored, and adopted two amazing kids, a boy and a girl, who had children and made me a proud grandmother of seven kids.

I was happy.

Even if I didn’t find someone to share my life with.

I enjoyed being a cute grandma and showing my grandchildren some classic animes like Naruto, One Piece, Bleach, you name it, and not that futurist shit they have now.

Bah, just the names are awful. And even thinking about the plots just gives me a headache.

What, I'm trying to say is that the wish to get Isekai into a beloved anime was not there anymore.

I was at peace with the life I had.

As it was time to die, I was a bit scared, but I hoped to get into heaven and meet my deceased family again.

It only saddened me that I couldn't see what my youngest grandchildren would do with their lives, but I was sure they would find their way.

So no regrets.

No wish to have a new life.

I was ready for the afterlife.

So why, WHY, did I suddenly wake up in an unfamiliar bedroom, feeling so young and full of energy?

I was shocked.

Was this heaven?

As I stood up and scanned the room I noted how Japanese everything was.

Well, Japan was for me like my second home. Till I could I tried to travel there at least once every two years.

So okay, my afterlife was styled after the country I had loved so much in life.

Nothing to worry about.

When I looked into the mirror standing in a corner of the room, I started to scream!

Long pink hair.

Large forehead.

Green Eyes.

Small body with tiny breasts and waist.

This was not my body! Not even my younger one!

But I knew the person in the mirror!

"I'M SAKURA HARUNO!", I yelled in perfect Japanese. "WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!"

If God or whoever was responsible for this isekai then why Sakura?

Couldn't I be Rin and live my teenage dream of dating Obito?

Couldn't I be Naruto and marry my beloved Hinata?

Nooooo, it had to be the fangirl!

This sucks!

I don't wanna marry Sasuke!

No, no, no!

Sorry Sarada.

I have no desire to be the medic and the most useless team member.

Yes I know Kishimoto was bad a writing female characters.

Doesn't change the fact that Sakura was a huge bitch to Naruto most of the time, mooned over Sasuke, destroyed her friendship with Ino for a boy, and even with the tools Tsunade gave her she just faded into the background.

Okay, she punched Kaguya, a literal goddess, which was cool, so Sasuke and Naruto could seal her but…I just don't want to be Sakura.

I mean what can I do?

Sakura has amazing chakra control and masters Tsunade's seal at a young age, it just is not for me.

If I would be Rin or Naruto I would be a Jinchuriki and you bet your ass I would make the best out of that and become a literal deity!

So one thing is clear…I will not follow Sakura's canon path, nothing in the nine circles of hell will make me marry Sasuke the duckbutt, again sorry Sarada, and just wind up as medic-nin.

No, I will carve my own path!

And I know who will be my role model.

I find some hair ties and start to braid my hair in three braids.

No one said I couldn't get inspired by another anime.

I will introduce the power of Breathing Styles into the Naruto World and become his Love Hashira.

Yep, I will go the Mitsuri Kanroji way! 

Minus finding the husband thing. Since I don’t think I can snatch up Obito, one he is way older than Sakura-me, and two I don’t know how to save his ass and I want that NaruHina sails.

It was my first OTP and I will kill anybody who gets in the way of it!

Dattebane!

Even if I will sob into my champagne glass at their wedding since I can’t marry Hinata-Chan myself.

My hair is finished and I nod to myself.

Much better.

Now to find some clothes to fit the aesthetic.

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To Belong : The End

She was the weird foreign girl, he was the most useless Viking in the history of Berk. Together they were just Leandra and Hiccup. Two best friends who searched for their place in the world. Would their search for it unite or separate them?

After thinking long and hard I decided to finish Leandra and Starchaser's story.

Leandra in particular became a character I just can’t see that she ever would get back to Berk to be with Hiccup after he choose Astrid and Berk over her.

For her, it’s clear that she will always be second best to him and she deserves better.

So this is the final chapter of Leandra and Starchaser's story, I will delete My War and Together, we map the world.

I hope you enjoy the Epilogue ^^

Epilogue: The Last Rider and her dragon

30 years later……

In a little village in China near the Silk Road…

Careful to not wake up her beloved wife Xia, Leandra stood up from their shared bedroll.

Xia just mumbled something, rolling over where Leandra had lied a few seconds ago, enjoying the warmth.

The Spanish woman couldn’t help but smile. Xia was still so cute like when they had met as twenty-somethings.

In the corner of the bedroom, her darling Night Fury Starchaser slowly woke up and greeted her with a smile.

Starchser wasn’t as young as she was once, her black scales, looked more smoky-black and her golden eyes had darkened with age.

Leandra gently stroked Starchaser's head, feeling grateful for the dragon's companionship all these years. She knew that Xia loved the Night Fury just as much as she did, and it was one of the things that brought them together in the first place.

The black-haired woman tiptoed out of their small bedroom, making her way to the kitchen to start breakfast. She couldn't wait to surprise Xia with her favourite dish, huevos rancheros, her version.

As she cooked, she thought back on all the memories they had made together - travelling the world, adopting children, and building a life filled with love and adventure.

Despite the challenges they had faced as a same-sex couple in some places they had visited, Leandra knew that Xia was worth fighting for. She was her soulmate and best friend, and nothing could ever change that.

As she placed the hot plate of food on their small table, Xia appeared in the doorway with a sleepy smile on her face. "Good morning," she yawned.

"Good morning my love," Leandra replied with a grin. "I made your favourite."

Xia's eyes lit up at the sight of huevos rancheros. "You're amazing," she said before planting a soft kiss on Leandra's lips.

They sat down to eat breakfast together, enjoying each other's company. Starchaser soon joined them and ate her basket full of fish.

After that Leandra and Xia took their morning flight with Starchaser to enjoy the thrill.

Neither of the women would get ever tired of this feeling.

Sadly they couldn’t just keep flying like once they were young, they had responsibility.

Today was market day in their little village and Xia turned to buy the groceries they needed.

With both a kiss for the Spanish woman and dragon, she made her way there, while Leandra and Starchaser worked on their rice field.

When the black-haired woman was once a young girl she never thought that one day she would love such a simple life and yet here she was.

Humming a small melody she worked on the rice field when suddenly she heard Starchaser growling.

Confused Leandra looked up.

Starchaser was growling at a young man. He was clothed like a traveller and had the same tan skin as herself, black short hair and blue eyes.

Something about them was familiar...

“Leandra Alvarez?”, he asked her in perfect norse. Leandra felt how her heart began to race...no could it be possible? “And that dragon must be Starchaser...I’m Ulf Alvarez.”

The basket where she had put the rice fell from her hands as tears shot into her eyes.

“Ulfi, my little brother!”, she chocked out. “You are all grown up!”

Without a word, the siblings hugged each other tight. Leandra noted how tall Ulf was. Taller than their father.

“I wished so long to meet you big sister!”, cried Ulf. “The letter you left behind wasn’t much and by Odin, you were hard to track down.”

“I travelled the world. Seems like you did the same.”, she cried, kissing his cheeks.

They weren’t the squishy baby cheeks but had stubble.

God, her Ulf really was here and all grown up!

Even Starchaser seemed to recognize him and licked his cheeks, which made Ulf laugh happily.

It was now early evening and the Alvarez siblings were seated at the little veranda of Xia and Leandra's home.

Xia was so nice to cook dinner, while they cached up, Starchaser was flying alone a big round over the property.

“I still can’t believe that there is one dragon left.”, mussed Ulf and took a sip from the rice win Xia and Leandra made. “We all thought...well that any dragon in the world heard Toothless command.”

Leandra snorted.

“Starchaser was once his mate, in the relationship she was the Alpha, she would have never listened to him...also I think she loved me more and rather stay here with me than go...what did you call it? The Hidden World?”

Ulf nodded.

Both siblings took each a sip of their rice wine, gathering their thoughts.

“So Hiccup married Astrid?”, couldn’t help Leandra but ask.

Xia may be her soulmate, her one true love, yet Hiccup had been her first love.

You never quite forgot your first love. Especially if it had hurt you so bad.

Nervously Ulf rubbed his neck.

“Yeah...they have two kids, Zephyr, their oldest girl, and Nuffink, a boy.”, told her Ulf.

The black-haired woman pursed her lips and then nodded slowly.

Well, it didn’t surprise her, even if one part of her, the one who still was 16 and in love with Hiccup cried out.

Hiccup had made long ago his decision. When he had the chance to run away with her and chose to follow after Astrid to make her see reason.

Tzz.

“Are they happy?”

“I think so...but Dad told me, that Hiccup had said to him on his wedding day if you would appear suddenly he would cancel the wedding.”

“Really?”

“Whatever you wrote in the letter for Hiccup made him hope till last that you would come back to Berk...but I think he made finally his peace now.”

“It’s better so, I have a wife that I love very much and a bunch of little brats I love.”

This made Ulf laugh and squeezed her free hand.

“Again, tell me where all my nieces and nephews are?”

After dinner, Leandra and Ulf talked late into the night, catching up on all the years they had missed.

Xia listened to their stories, occasionally interjecting with a question or comment.

Starchaser eventually returned from her flight, settling herself next to Leandra as they chatted.

As the night grew darker, Leandra realized that she was grateful for this unexpected reunion with her brother. She had missed him more than she had realized and was glad that he had found his way back to her.

The next morning, Ulf said his goodbyes and promised to keep in touch. Leandra watched as he disappeared down the road, feeling a sense of loss mixed with happiness at having seen him again.

As she turned back towards their home, Xia wrapped her arms around Leandra's waist and rested her head on her shoulder. "I'm so happy you got to see your brother," she whispered.

Leandra smiled, feeling content and loved.

She knew that life would continue to bring surprises and challenges, but as long as she had Xia by her side and Starchaser in their lives, she could face anything.

Maiden of the Moon Index

What if Kokushibo had a pupil, whom he taught the original Moon Breathing before he deserted the Demon Slayer Corps?

Mochizuki Yua was born only for these reasons: To become a Hashira and make her family a respected one in the Demon Slayer Corps.

But if you only live for the expectations of others, who are YOU truly?

What will it take to find yourself?

A long, hard journey awaits.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16