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❁ཻུ۪۪ ━ ❝ Time to shine, bitches.

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Three years have passed since (Y/n) first met Obanai. Sanemi is currently 22 years old along with Obanai while (Y/n) is 20 years old. With the help of his sensei, Sanemi, and the help of Obanai (Y/n) has been able to go great distances with his God's Breathing with the first, second, third, fifth, sixth, eighth, ninth, and tenth. 

Why not the seventh and eleventh forms? Well, those are for the more advanced level of God's Breathing, something that (Y/n) hasn't been able to get to. Since the seventh form requires the God's Breathing Dance, and since (Y/n) doesn't know anything about it, he has been unable to progress any further with that form, hence skipping over the seventh form and just going for the others. 

Due to the danger of doing the last form, the eleventh form, both Sanemi and Obanai forbid (Y/n) of ever doing it, no matter what. 

Now, the Final Selection is only a couple of hours away, as everything that (Y/n) has trained for the past eight years will be put to the test as he goes into a mountain top filled with demons starving for human flesh. 

(Y/n) has grown really close to Obanai-- much to the displeasure of Sanemi-- and so, to see one of his few friends go off to a death trap pained Obanai, but he had to let him go because if he didn't (Y/n) was sure to ignore him for the rest of his life.

"Remember, if you're in any trouble just yell my name and I'll come running for you-" Giggling at his friend's worry, (Y/n) pat Obanai's head and looked down at him due to being seven inches taller than Obanai. 

"You don't have to worry about me, Obanai-sama, I've been training since I was seven, I think I'll be fine." (Y/n) reassured him and turned around to face his sensei. "(Y/n)," Sanemi started, his arms crossed as he stared forward at (Y/n). 

"Yes, sensei?" (Y/n) asked him, though what Sanemi did next surprised (Y/n). Hugging (Y/n) tightly, Sanemi placed his head on top of (Y/n) own, playing with (Y/n) long (H/c) hair. "come back safe." Sanemi finished, kissing his head and letting go of (Y/n) not wishing to meet his eyes after that, a splash of pink appearing on his scarred cheeks. 

(Y/n) froze for a second before smiling happily. "Yes, sensei!" (Y/n) exclaimed, bowing down a perfect 45 degrees before standing back up. Sanemi smirked and messed up (Y/n) perfect ponytail making him pout. 

"I barely got that done right..." (Y/n) complained in a quiet voice making Obanai snicker. Feeling something slither up towards his neck, (Y/n) looked down and smiled warmly at Kaburamaru. "I'll miss you, too, Kabu-chan." (Y/n) smiled down at the snake, Kaburamaru curling around his neck only for Obanai to forcefully take him away from (Y/n).

"Oh, no you don't! The last time you did that was when (Y/n) was going away for some time and you wouldn't let go of him!" Obanai scolded his friend as Kaburamaru constantly tried to go to (Y/n) side, finding his hair his comfort place. 

(Y/n) smiled sadly as he saw the two argue, only to look back at his sensei as he felt a hand on his right shoulder. Looking up at Sanemi, Sanemi nodded. "It's time for you to go if you want to be there in time, (Y/n)." Sanemi informed him as (Y/n) nodded slowly. 

"Okay... well, goodbye sensei, Kabu-chan, Obanai-sama." (Y/n) bowed down as a small goodbye, turning around and walking away only for the sound of two large doors bursting open as five male figures ran over towards the leaving (Y/n).

"(Y/n)!" All five of them yelled out, some having tears coming out of their eyes like Shigeru, Fumio, and Sora. While the two, Gorou and Keiichi had sad expressions but didn't dare to cry. Well, Gorou was close to tears. 

"How dare you not come and say goodbye to your favorite person in the whole world! I could have acne because of me worrying about you!" Fumio cried as he wrapped his arms around (Y/n) neck, pushing (Y/n) head to his chest. "Please, be safe, I don't know what I would do if you were to die." Sora whimpered as he held onto (Y/n) hand, rubbing his thumb around in a circle on (Y/n) (S/c) skin.

"My little bird is flying away from the nest!" Shigeru wailed as he hugged (Y/n) waist, snot coming out of his nose. "I-Idiot! You better come back home safely or else I'll revive you then kill you!" Gorou warned him, a small tear threatening to escape but not doing so because of Gorou's need to be manly. 

"May the gods guide you." Keiichi prayed, standing away from the mob that was crying over (Y/n) because he didn't wish to be dirtied. (Y/n) looked over at Keiichi and smiled, "Thank you, Keiichi-san." (Y/n) thanked him, looking down at the other four and sweatdropping. 

"Guys... I'll be fine!" (Y/n) chuckled, finding how childish they were being, well, it wasn't anything new. Looking up to meet (Y/n) gaze, Shigeru sniffed. "Y-You're going to go somewhere far away to survive seven days alone! How can we not be worried! You've never been that far away from home before!" Shigeru complained as he began to cry more, burying his head on (Y/n) stomach and began to weep more about how his child was going to go off to war. 

"Damn Hashira's! You better have taught him well or I swear I'll kill both of you very painfully!" Gorou threatened the two very calm Hashira's, both of them not even minding the threat. "Gorou-kun, it is against our morals and beliefs to kill someone." Sora scolded Gorou and glared at him making Gorou freeze. "R-Right, sorry."

"My baby! I've worked so hard to make sure that you absolutely flawless, but now... now you're going to go out there and get as ugly as Sanemi-kun!" Fumio wailed even more, the comment angering Sanemi though he was unable to do anything since he was one of the caretakers of (Y/n). 

"(Y/n) doesn't think I look ugly." Sanemi whispered under his breath as he took out his anger on a couple of rocks nearby, kicking them as they shoot through trees making a gabbing hole appear.

"Guys... I promise I'll come back, okay? Right now I have to hurry to Final Selection or else they'll start without me!" (Y/n) exclaimed, gently pulling away each one of them making them cry more. "When we first met you could never pull me away like this! You've grown so strong!" Gorou cried, tears now escaping his eyes as he fell on the ground, not wishing for anyone to see him crying. 

"I trust you'll fulfill your promise, (Y/n)-kun." Sora smiled down sadly at (Y/n) and let go of him, backing away as he let the other two some more time. "I'll make you a whole table full of Daifuku and Dango once you come back, I promise you that!" Shigeru promised him, slowly backing away from (Y/n) as Sora helped wipe away his tears. 

"Once you come back, promise me that you'll let me dress you up! I'll even set up a skincare routine for you to follow! I know you'll always be leaving to fight off those ugly demons and stuff, so you better follow it while your gone and when you're here!" Fumio huffed, sending him a warning glare as he was dragged away from (Y/n) by a smiling Sora. 

"Go now, (Y/n), before these four decide to change their minds." Sora urged (Y/n) as he tried to hold back a regretful Fumio. (Y/n) nodded, smiling thankfully at Sora. "Thank you, Sora-san!" (Y/n) thanked him and ran off, only to be stopped by none other than Keiichi.

"Here, this is a gift from all of us. I figured they would forget while they cried so I grabbed it and decided to give it to you myself." Keiichi whispered in his ear, grabbing (Y/n) surprisingly soft hand and opening it, placing a stainless steel ring with the sun imprinted on it. 

"People say that if you kiss a ring that people who love you gave you, then you'll be given good luck in your coming endeavors." Keiichi whispered, eyes downward as (Y/n) hand was still open. Looking down at the ring (Y/n) admired it and smiled over at Keiichi. "Tell everyone I said thank you, Keiichi-san." (Y/n) asked him as Keiichi nodded. 

Grabbing the ring, (Y/n) slipped it on his right-hand pointer finger, the ring glimmering in the sunlight. "Survive." Keiichi stated, bowing down slightly making (Y/n) eyes widen before smiling happily. "Yes!" (Y/n) exclaimed, turning around and running away. 

"Let me go! No, (Y/n), don't go! What about our facial-" Hitting Fumio on the head, Gorou yelled at him to shut up. Putting his hands in a praying position, Shigeru walked over to the shrine as he mumbled under his breath a prayer to keep (Y/n) safe. 

Looking at (Y/n) quickly disappearing figure, both Sanemi and Obanai sighed, turning around and disappearing. 

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Walking up the stoned steps (Y/n) silently admired the wisteria trees as they were in full bloom, the moon high up in the sky as it seemed to help the beautiful wisteria shine and glow. 'Wow! I always wondered how wisteria flowers looked like! They're so beautiful!' (Y/n) fawned over them as he continued to walk up the stairs only to arrive at the last step, now officially in front of the gates of the Final Selection.

Looking in front of his path (Y/n) found multiple people there, each of them with their own unique looks. However, the ones that caught (Y/n) eyes were a boy with black to red hair cut to neck length as he wore a black and green checkered haori, his eyes a dark red as he wore hanafuda earrings in each ear. 

The other one was a small girl with a permanent smile on her pale face, a pink and green butterfly hair ornament tying her black hair into a right-side ponytail. Her eyes were gentle and pale lilac-colored as she looked down, admiring a butterfly that landed on her finger. 

The other one was a boy who looked scared to death, dirt on his cheeks and on his triangle decorated haori that faded from a yellow color into an orange color near the second half of the end of the haori. He has short, yellow hair with varying lengths, some falling on his face. 

The last one was a boy with wide, inward-slanting eyes which were a dark purple color. His black hair was styled into a buzz cut with some hair left to grow on the top side of his head. He also had a large jagged scar running from his right cheekbone running from his ear and to his nose, his face also dirty for some reason.

Inspecting the last boy some more, (Y/n) swore that he looked a lot like his sensei, Sanemi. Both of them had large, unblinking eyes that were inward-slanted. Shrugging, (Y/n) walked more inside the future demon slayers circle and waited for something to happen. 

"There are so many..." Hearing someone say this, (Y/n) turned his head to the right only for the person who said that to slam into his body. "I-I'm sorry-" Looking up at the person he bumped into, Tanjiro froze as he saw (Y/n) looking down at him. 

"Are you okay, sir?" (Y/n) asked him, turning his full body around to face him. Continuing to stare at (Y/n), Tanjiro's face exploded into a bright red as he tried to hide it using his haori's sleeves. "A-Are you okay? Are you sick? Wait a minute, I think I have something for colds-"

"I-I'm fine!" Tanjiro yelped out, quickly stopping (Y/n) from pulling any medicine from inside his obi. (Y/n) looked down at him in suspicion before shrugging, smiling down warmly at the male. "I'm Katsuo (Y/n)! Though, please just call me (Y/n)!" (Y/n) introduced himself, his hand outstretched as he expected a handshake. 

Tanjiro calmed himself down and took his hand, shaking it. 'His hands are so soft!' Tanjiro complimented him in his head, (Y/n) continued to smile at Tanjiro as he let go of his hand. 

"I'm-"

"Everyone," Two similar voices voiced out, stopping Tanjiro from introducing himself as everyone looked over at the white and black-haired twins. "we thank you for coming here tonight to the Demon Slayer Corps Final Selection." Both of the supposed twins thanked them, their faces remaining with permanent smiles.

"There are demons imprisoned here on Mt. Fujikasane, captured alive by the Demon Slayer swordsmen, and unable to leave." The white short-haired female informed them, a lantern in hand as wisteria flowers were in her right head side. 

"That is because wisteria, which demons hate so much, blooms year-round from the bottom to halfway up the mountain." The black short-haired one continued, wisteria flowers on the left side of her head, a lantern also in her hand. 

"However, there is no wisteria from this point on, and so demons abound." The white-haired twin said making a certain dorito kid gulp in fear. "You'll need to survive here for seven days to pass Final Selection." The black-haired one finishes. 

"And now, be on your way." Both of them said, bowing down. Once (Y/n) heard this he placed his hand on top of the hilt of his sword, everything that he trained for already drilled into his head giving him a sense of confidence. 

'I am Katsuo (Y/n), and I...' Taking a step alongside Tanjiro, his expression was brave as (Y/n) heart was as calm as a sea before a storm. '... shall prove myself worthy!'

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