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As the goddess Amateratsu graced the lands with her shining gaze once again, the residents of Fujikasane Mountain began to pull themselves from their homes and hiding places to start what would be an amazing day full of celebration. Today was the Day of Enlisting in which new demon slayer initiates would be presented with their Nichirin Blades and Haori and would begin their long journey on the quest to rid the world of demons once again. Initiates would become corps members and be signed to an older member for a provisonary period to help them acclimate to fighting alone. As the sun peeked over the top of the mountain, the roads became a rushing river of human motion. Everyone set up carts to sell various things such as masks and food for the event, the restaurants were full and as such were the bars. As the gates to the city opened for the day, almost a thousand students, demon slayers, and civilians began filling up the streets in preparation for the ceremony that was bound to start soon. As required, all demon slayers who weren't on mission were required to attend this event as some would be chosen to act as a mentors to the up and coming Corps members. As the sun finally shined over the whole mountain and danced on top of the millions of wisteria flowers, people began to flock towards the town square under the great wisteria tree. The ceremony has been held here since the demon slayer corps were reforged and brought back into the world to defend the human race.

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Takoko walked in with the crowd, almost wishing he could shrink away from all the people surrounding him, but he couldn't, and that was obvious. He paused for a second, as he realized he should be proud. He worked hard to get himself here, even if it was just to pay for his crimes. So, instead of having his head down, he put it up confidently, and walked with pride.


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Arumono walked in, not really wanting to be here, but it was required. Anyway, it made it worse that he could be one of the ones to be unlucky enough and have to train a new one... They always asked a lotta questions, which grew more and more annoying. He walked over to where the Masters were supposed to stand, as he blew a small bit of hair outta his face, checking to see just how many people were already here.


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Nobody Special

Ivaliss the Ashen Knight

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[Ivaliss the Ashen Knight]

** Munekata ,Mahiru **

Mahiru entered the town square and was almost immediately annoyed at the sight of Demon Slayers and civilians with their joyous sounds and expressions. ‘ Morons .. If they had any real idea about how much of a threat the demons are, they’d be running in fear ‘ she thinks to herself as she makes her way over to the other eagerly waiting initiates. Lord_Boreas Nobody Special explosiveKitten Ey3_s0ckEts

 

[Lord_Boreas]

Oji Yukiyama
The Breath of Winter ​

Oji layed on his sleeping mat staring solemnly at the ceiling tiles whilst the sunlight from the window shone brightly over his pale face. Already annoyed with all the noise outside his room, he sat up with a small yawn and pushed the blanket away from him. The boy rubbed his eyes before standing up with a much needed stretch and rubbed his head to ease the headache he could feel forming, he begun to get ready for the day and even though he didn’t show it, the boy was bursting at the seams at the thought of finally receiving his Nichirin blade. He wondered what color it would turn and really just hoped it matched his haori. With one final stretch he headed to the bathroom where he washed up and fixed his hair which was currently slicked back into a small poiny tail. As he walked out of the bathroom he slipped on his uniform which was the standard outfit given to all demon slayers and his fur lined boots before clipping on his earrings and walking out of the door.

As he stepped out of what students use as living areas, he was instantly bombarded by hundreds of different people and sounds. Music from bands played loudly as if they were at competition with one another and vendors yelling over one another which was just as bad as the overly loud instruments. Oji rolled his eyes and began to push his way past everyone untill he reached the small path near the town square that all trainees were told to meet. He looked over the small mass of students who were gathered not really recognizing any of them but then again in his mind he wasn’t here to make friends, just to become the strongest and to gain the title of Hashira. He walked over to a wall and leaned against it with his arms crossed, he closed his eyes and proceeded to mentally tune out the chatter of excited kids while waiting for the ceremony to start

Fukuro Yoruno
Breath of the Owl
"Breath of the Owl" Fukuro stood in the forrest near Mt.Fujikasane facing three target dummies that he set up the night before. He placed one foot forward before crouching slightly "Second talon" he spoke calmly maintaining a tight grip on his katana, he shifted his body weight forward and pushed of the ground, dashing towards the target dummies. As he inched closer he dug his foot into the ground to stop before swiftly pulling the sword from his sheathe and driving it upwards in one fluid motion "Great Horned Omen" as he pushed the sword up he sliced clean through the middle dummy with a small gust of wind following his strike which in turn knocked over the other two. The man flipped backwards, landing in the soft grass with a sigh "Maybe I should get going" he stated looking at the sun which was violently casting down her rays of heat and light as if she too were excited to see what the day brings. Fukuro sheathed his sword and turned before dashing towards the village gate.

As he approached the gate, he slowed to a walking pace in order to not run over the hundreds of people who had gathered for the ceremony. Fukuro dodged and weaved through the crowd until he stood near the town square. Jumping onto the top of a wall he sat patiently enjoying the breeze that blew through the mountain.

Kimito Arashihime
Narukami Kagura
Kimito strutted through the village, her heeled shoes clicking dangerously against the newly built brick road "Move out of my way" She stated harshly as she pushed a group of Demon slayers out of her way "Hey watch where you are going" one of them called out to her. Kimito stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face the man, her stormy grey eyes beating down on the man who instantly shrunk back from the frightening girl "I'm sorry maybe I didn't hear that correctly" She stepped forward placing a strong grip on the handle of her katana "would you like to repeat that?" she tilted her head and pulled her katana slightly which caused it to pop loudly out of its sheathe. The boy fell back and scrambled to run away, followed closely by his friends "that's what I thought " she sighed and clicked her katana back into its sheath. The girl turned and continued her trek towards the town square as she arrived she quickly became annoyed with their not being a good place to view the ceremony that is until she spotted Fukuro perched on a wall "Hm maybe bird brain has a point" she muttered to herself before launching herself up the wall to sit next to him. As she landed Fukuro opened his mouth to offer a greeting but was quickly interrupted "Don't even think about it bird boy, you just so happen to have the best seat and that's why im here" the girl huffed, rolling her eyes before setting her sheathed sword across her lap. Fukuro grinned slightly before turning his attention back to the calming breeze that rolled down the mountain.

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The clacking of sandals on the hard-packed road announced the arrival of someone everybody liked to see.

Flowing pink hair, flawless porcelain skin, a well-fitted Demon Slayer outfit, and of course, a perfectly manicured smile.
Akane Yoimiya had arrived in town and everyone was staring at her. Just what she had always wanted.

The boys, and even a couple girls, all stared at her as she passed them, making googly eyes as she walked passed, and when she threw a wink in their direction, they all immediately thought it was for them. People sighed dreamily as she walked away.

“Well, I guess it’s time to deal with the newbies, huh? All such fresh faces, ripe for the teasing. This is going to be so, SO much fun.”
She said to herself, crossing her arms and smirking at the crowd, before glancing up a wall and finding two of the Masters sitting up on the wall, the bird boy and the angry girl. How unladylike! But who was she to tell a girl what to do.

She made eye contact with the two of them, and she coyly stuck the tip of her tongue out of her mouth with a playful smile and waved to them, before starting to make her way through the crowd towards them.

“Well, hello you two~!”

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[Nobody Special]

☂ Shuto Ran
15 | Demon Slayer Initiate | Breath of Sleet
Location: Mt. Fujikasane
Status: ♥ Healthy
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Spoiler: Breathing Forms

* = Able to use

*First Form: Shallow Strike - The swordsman focuses their energy into a single, concentrated slash.
*First Form Ice Variant: Snow Slide - The swordsman blocks the incoming attack, and uses the block to parry into a Shallow Strike.

*Second Form: Rising Tide - The swordsman moves erratically, gaining speed as they move and attacking whenever they see an opening. Used to weaken stronger opponents by forcing them to bleed.
*Second Form Ice Variant: Black Ice - The swordsman blocks an oncoming assault, but also moves erratically while defending. This is to tire the opponent out by forcing them to move while they attack, consuming double the energy.

Third Form: Drown - The most difficult Sleet Breathing technique to use. The swordsman focuses directly on the weakest point of the enemy (Humans being their heart, Demons being their necks), and delivers a powerful thrust/slash to that area. Meant to be a quick finisher.
Third Form Ice Variant: Shield of Ice - The swordsman holds their sword to protect both their heart and their head, preventing an instant death.

Fourth Form: Heart of the Sea - The swordsman allows their natural instincts to kick in, and they attack in an unpredictable, animalistic way,
Fourth Form Ice Variant: Cyrotherapy - The swordsman focuses their breathing onto themselves, using the technique to speed up the healing process of sprains, clot bleeding wounds, and numb the pain of broken bones. Cryotherapy does not completely heal the swordsman, but it can be used to reduce the effects of lethal wounds and allow the swordsman to perform a final, last resort attack.

*Fifth Form: Riptide - The swordsman unleashes a relentless assault on the enemy, increasing the momentum in their strikes and delivering faster, stronger, and more precise blows the longer the attack is carried out. Used to break through defense and make openings.
Fifth Form Ice Variant: Glacier Armor - The swordsman concentrates all of their energy into defense, blocking as many attacks as they can. Used against large-scale or rapid attacks. A type of near-perfect defense.

Hidden Sixth Form: The Trench at the Seabed - The swordsman forces their opponent into a long-term striking match, unleashing a seemingly never-ending assault powerful enough to do damage, but suspiciously easy to block and parry. This is the swordsman's trick. Once enough time passes, the opponent will notice that their skin is beginning to turn blue and feel numb, and that they will have an extremely difficult time breathing. Despite the swordsman's attacks being easy to avoid, the opponent will realize that they were in a full-scale hitting match for a long period of time, focusing more on attacking and defending than breathing. They were forced into cyanosis by the swordsman, who has "dragged them to the trench at the seabed". To put it simply, the swordsman has simulated drowning the opponent, and the opponent will be extremely fatigued if the assault works the way it was intended to.

Hidden Sixth Form, Ice Variant: Blizzard - Much like the calm but ferocious falling of snow during a blizzard, the swordsman strikes their sword downward against their opponent's blade/weapon hard enough to temporarily force it into the ground if it is a sword, or cut it off if it is an enemy's hand. While the opponent is preparing to attack, the swordsman prepares an extremely slow downward slash. The opponent will generally believe that they can kill the swordsman while they are wide open, and move in faster. It is then that the swordsman slams their blade down.

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Shuto, surprisingly, was not nervous about the events that would take place today. It was an extremely important day for him, and he was definitely anticipating finally being able to receive his own nichirin blade, but he had even surprised himself with his lack of anxiousness. He had slept fairly close to a body of water the night before, so he figured that could be the only reason for his serenity on such a loud, erratic day. As thanks, he clapped his hands together to offer a brief prayer towards the higher being ruling over the sea. "Thank you, Great Kami Suijin, for granting me such a state of peace and tranquility on a day that is extremely important to me."

Just as he was to continue his prayer, he happened to come across an... unsightly altercation. A white haired girl, who couldn't be too far off from him in terms of age, threatening a fellow demon slayer with her blade. Both were wearing Haori, which helped Shuto immediately recognize them as seasoned members of the Corps. That meant that they had nichirin blades, while he still had a standard katana. He stopped in his tracks, watching the altercation play out until it was over. Saying something to the girl after that would surely prove to cause some sort of scene, and Shuto hated to cause scenes. Still, it was wrong to threaten a fellow member, and Shuto's foot instinctively moved forward to confront her.

As soon as he had walked up to her, raising a ridiculing finger to begin explaining to her why what she had just done was wrong, he was cut off by another feminine voice. It was another girl close to him in age, with flowing pink hair styled to resemble the ears of an animal. As she greeted the girl, along with an older looking male he hadn't noticed until he was close, he stood there awkwardly and idly. Maybe the pink haired girl would set the white haired girl straight? She'd be saving him a hassle. He had to get ready to receive his new blade, after all.

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☀ Yusuke Ito
22 | Demon Slayer Hashira | Breath of Flames
Location: Mt. Fujikasane
Status: ♥ Healthy, Intoxicated
Interacting:

Spoiler: Breathing Forms

* = Able to use
*First Form: Unknowing Fire - The user charges towards their opponent at high speed and decapitates them in one slash.

*Second Form: Rising Scorching Sun - The user releases an arching slash attack upwards.

*Third Form: Blazing Universe - The user swings their blade downwards in an arc.

*Fourth Form: Blooming Flame Undulation - The user swings their blade in a circular motion that can defend them from all incoming attacks or decapitate multiple enemies at once.

*Fifth Form: Flame Tiger - The user unleashes a powerful series of sword slashes that seemingly takes the form of a rampaging tiger engulfed in flames that charges towards the enemy at blinding speeds.

*Fifth Form: Firestorm of the Blazing Dragon - A devastating dashing slash that the user initiates from a high stance, the technique had enough power to carve a deep impression that burnt the ground where it was unleashed.

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Yusuke, of course, was attending the legendary day of enlisting. Why wouldn't he be there? It was one of the most important events for members of the Demon Slayer Corps, and he was obligated to be present in order to set a good example to the lower ranks. He drowned out the noisy clamoring of the insanely large crowd that filled the area, golden eyes scanning the premises and watching everything that was going on. Being here always reminded him of his first days as a demon slayer... he had finally made it to his goal. Overcome by intense feelings of nostalgia, he actually managed to smile.

Of course, instead of using his immense presence as a Hashira to help bring some calm to the mass of people in the area, Yusuke was sitting in a bar, drunk out of his mind.

"Heh," a quiet chuckle, loud enough only for the few people sitting close to him to hear. "Y'knoooow... this really brings me back. Can't believe I used to be one of those kids standin' up there with a huge smile on my face." His face was flushed, and he was having such a hard time staying still that he was wobbling on his stool. "Then... everythin' went to shit. Lucky me, am I right??" He slammed his glass on the bar, demanding another round of sake as he watched on from a distance. Once it was refilled by the slightly intimidated bartender, he raised it in the air, proposing a toast to which no other soul in the bar participated in. "Here's to hopin' these kids have better luck than me! Cheers!" Bottoms up. With that, the sake was gone in a matter of seconds. Sure, he was supposed to be present, but nobody ever told him how present he had to be.
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[Lord_Boreas]

Kimito Arashihime
Breath Style: Narukami Kagura

Kimito Looked down to respond to the voice but was instantly blinded by a familiar head of pink hair "Akane Yoimiya" she visibly seethed, Kimito remembered the girl from their own enlistment day as well as all of the meetings that followed. "Not flirting with the new kids are you" the girl teased, moving one arm from her lap to hold her body weight in a leaned position on top of the wall. Though she didn't know much about the girl, she knew that everyone wanted her and that alone was enough to boil her blood. Kimito always made a habit out of trying to outdo everyone and hell hath no fury compared to her when she doesn't get her way. she saw herself as strong, independent, and overall one of the best demon slayers of her age, not that this was true but trying to tell her otherwise would be like telling a bird not to fly. With such a strong will and inflated ego the girl, despite her age, acted as if the world owed her something and even added the 'Hime' to her last name when she enlisted to make her sound more important as the lesser known Arashi clan was full of thunder loving hermits who only leave their home in times of need.
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Higestu Houtoro
Breath Style: Breath of Wind

After three days of traveling and slaughtering demons, Hige had finally arrived at Mt.Fujikasane for the enlistment ceremony and his first stop would be the bar as he ran out of sake almost an hour ago "Gahhhhhh my throat's so dry" The man groaned shaking the empty Sake gourd over his parched tongue but soon frowned when nothing came out. With a sigh he began to walk down the main street nodding and offering small smiles to civilians and demon slayers who squealed with delight to be in the presence of a Hashira. As he walked through the town he heard a familiar drunken voice coming from a nearby bar stand and instantly smiled ear to ear, he bust through the curtain that blocked off the bar from the street and threw an arm around his fellow Hashira who sat drunkenly at the bar, wobbling on his stool. "Here Here, I second that!" he practically yelled in the mans ear with a wide grin before sitting on the stool next to him and signaled for another round for the both of them "Yusuke! How’s my favorite drinking buddy been, hopefully not getting too drunk without me" He picked up his cup and downed the entire thing in one go letting out an overly dramatic sigh of content "Gotta love Mt.Fujikasane sake" he grinned before guzzling three more drinks. On his fifth drink he handed the bar keep his gourd asking to fill it with his best sake in which the man looked at him strangley but quickly turned to complete the wind Hashira's request. "I wonder when the ceremony is supposed to start, seems like it gets later and later each year. I remember having to be up before Amaterasu graced us with her gaze for my enlistment." the Hashira chuckled lightly and downed the fifth cup, his face slowly becoming a bashful pink while his lips curled into a permanent drunken grin

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“Ohhhhh, Kimito~” Akane sighed, leaning forward with a smirk. She did a quick hop, skip and jump in time to land in a seated position right beside Kimito.

“Whyever would I do that? Those boys are much too young for me. It would be inappropriate!” She said, a hand placed carefully on her chest to feign offense, with her mouth opened in a VERY fake gasp of shock. “Why, I can’t believe you would accuse me of such a thing!”

I mean realistically, I don’t flirt with the young initiates because that is just creeeeeeeppyyy on my part and heeeuugghhh, but also HUghhuHhH. Gross.

“I’m afraid I’m just blessed by the gods.” She sighed dreamily, placing her other hand over her forehead like she were to dramatically swoon and fall, “I can’t help that the boys all stare! And some of the girls too, if I recall.”

She turned to Kimito and in a concerned but encouraging inflection she added, “It’s okay, one day you’ll catch up, Kimito.”

Throw in a caring smile for good measure and watch as Kimito, notoriously angry individual as she was, get all upset.

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[Ivaliss the Ashen Knight]

This is taking far too long

Mahiru tapped her foot impatiently, only stopping here and there to cast a glare at anyone who wandered too close. This was ridiculous, it was almost midday and the entirety of the Corps hadn’t even gathered in the town square yet. Glancing around the square, she caught sight of a familiar black head of hair and quickly made her way across the square to him. “ Master Ito “ , Mahiru said as she gave a small bow, instantly pinching her nose and looking up at him angrily to add a swift “ You’ve been drinking again … “ The man, whom Mahiru had come to recognize as her teacher in the ways of the sword, merely shot her a lopsided grin before speaking. “ I told you to drop the ‘ Master ‘ , I’m not one of those geezers and I told you to call me ‘ Yusuke‘ “, he countered. “ A proper student always refers to their master in an appropriate manner, otherwise I’d be just like these other people running around here “ , she huffed at him. She received a deep sigh as her response. The Flame Hashira wore that goofy grin almost eternally and, though she wouldn’t admit it, Mahiru was always bothered when it left his face. “ Those ‘ people ‘ are your comrades Mahiru, and I hope that one day you’ll come to see them as such. Now the ceremony will be beginning soon; you should use some of the free time you have left to try and forge some new bonds with them. “ With that, she gave one last “ Hmph! “ as she turned on her heel to head back across the square. Walking, she looked up to a wall and saw two Corps members perched atop a wall, and a third looking up at them as they spoke.

‘ Look at them, already full fledged demon slayers, sitting around without a care in the world. Master Ito expects me to view them as allies ? Yeah right …. ‘
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[Haze-]

Kiryū Takafumi | |Breath of the Ghost

Mt. Fujikasane


"...Weeping Widow." - Afar from all the clamor of the hundreds gathered, under the shade of an old tree, could be heard the incessant panting and huffing of three kids in a race to strike down a singular target. The triad of trainees gathered were swinging their Bokken against him wildly, yet to no avail, the strikes only phased through as if slicing a cloud; a phantom. And Takafumi hadn't moved an inch from his spot, even though the creak of branches and leaves could be heard everytime he magically avoided being hit.

The corners of his mouth rose to a smug smirk, the spoiled brats he'd gathered were starting to get annoyed - "Taka! This isn't fun anymore! What kind of sparring match is this!?" - The trio exhausted themselves before they could even get his opponent to move. They gave up on swinging the moment they realized Takafumi didn't even have to take them seriously, but stood petrified in amazement as they saw him drenched in sweat, giving them a warm smile. He took advantange of their moment of stupefaction with a deadpan stare, smacking the three of them with the hilt of his sword.

- "Ah!" - One groaned - "No fair!" - Another one started, and the last one pouted. Brushing off the hit with only a sniff that held back tears, he took a stance - "Let's do it aga-" - But the brat was stopped by Takafumi who once again smacked him in the head, the kid finally losing determination and arching forwards, pressing both hands to the searing pain in his head.

"Nah. I think I'm already in peak condition after that. Thanks by the way." He said almost as if he were talking to himself, his characteristic blase showing through, adding insult to injury with a small quip at the end. Takafumi stretched as he finally relaxed his tensed muscles, releasing his breath in a trail that gleamed in sunlight, his eyes returning to the same old drowsiness. The kids glanced at him as if they were contemplating the unreachable peak of the highest mountain. Takafumi sighed, making a small grin afterwards.

"You guys had pretty good posture and even got me to break a sweat. You'll probably catch me next time, no worries!" - Takafumi gave them the same amicable treatment, he wasn't one to break a kid's spirit. Though he also wasn't one to lecture a kid, so he quickly darted away to the crowd, heading off to his fellow initiates before the trainees asked him to teach them his moves. He wasn't THE master of Ghost Breathing, he barely even managed to dodge them for five minutes before tiring himself out; is not like they'd learn much of importance from a guy whose only forte is to roughly dodge strikes. It's as his master once said, "Fear the man who has practiced the same kick a thousand times, pity him as well.", of course he never listened. This is what he got from over-doing the training for his first form, he wasn't like all the other initiates who could probably split a gigantic boulder in half.

That, however, was a problem for his future self - "We can have another match next time. If I don't die, that is." - Takafumi gave his parting words without bothering to look back at them, only giving them a nod as he turned and headed towards the ceremony site. Taking his place alongside the other initiates.

As he stood there, arms crossed while the ambiance seeped in, he couldn't help but reach out to his heart and grip his family's symbol tightly, running his fingertips through the fine engravings as his train of thought began to pick up the pace; his mind sparking a dozen new sensations and ideas while he festered the initial ones - "I'm one step closer to it, old man. Almost there..." - He had to clench his teeth to hold back the smile creeping in. This was going to be quite the day.

But he didn't need his emotions to get the better of him, not now. He moved away from those feelings of accomplishment and neglected the envigorating sight, remaining tranquil as to not hinder his performance. Though he did linger on the thought of how his nichirin blade would feel in his hands, clenching the grip of his father's katana to make a mental comparison.

Shortly after, his gaze drifted off to his peers, a bunch of X's and a couple of O's he would hopefully get to know better soon. Unless they all died a horrible death in the next few hours, of course.

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[Ganryu]

~ Masahiko Himura - Trainee ~
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Masahiko bided his time from the corner of alleyway, making observations of those he saw. The misanthropes, the lovebirds, the drunks, the flirts. Quite a gathering. And Masahiko had worried that he wouldn't fit in. The corner of his lips twitched upwards.

Still, of the grounds he overheard, he tended to side with the misanthropes. What WAS the point of a festival? They hadn't yet really earned it. Not really.

How many demons had any given initiate here killed? Including Masahiko? One... two? A couple.

Meanwhile, how many humans had those same demons killed. 7... 8... 50...?

Laughing grimly to himself, Masahiko shrugged made his entrance, sauntering through the crowds which towered over the small boy as his large robes absolutely bloomed to those around.

Masahiko's self question was quite serious though. What was the point? He didn't know. He's just arrived in town following guidance from another demon slayer. He didn't know the meaning, the program, order of events, or anything supposedly happening. Confidence was key to not looking like an idiot though.

It was then he noticed another boy pick his head up, and walk confidently. The grin on Masahiko increased. {Targetting Takako Ey3_s0ckEts }

"My, my. Whatever was so interesting on the ground there? Lose a coin or something? I see a blade on your as well, I'm assuming a demon slayer? And it's blue. Let me guess, some form of water style? My own personal style is a bit unique, but suppose derives from wind. How does one find themselves into the demon slayers corps these days?

It's always so nice to make friends. Masahiko Himura, at your service."

Masahiko bowed before the taller boy, in a long sweeping motion that kicked up dust. He let his robes flow around and present his own two blades, twin pink kodachi, in a white ornate sheath.

"You look quite lonely. I hear this festival's a great place to shirk work, even pick up a date or two. Though I must admit, I don't know when the real fun begins? Do you?" Masahiko fished, trying to figure out whatever exactly was going on at the festival. He pointed to the two demon slayers on the roof as he mentioned 'date'.

 

[Ey3_s0ckEts]

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~ Trainee ~​

Takako looked up as he heard footsteps approach him, causing him to frown as he saw a White haired male approach him. Instead of actually answering his questions, or answering him much at all, he just tilted his head.

' 'Geez, You talk a lot. Sadly, you're wrong. My style derives from Wind, as does yours. ' '

He stopped talking for a second, as he looked back down, his boost of confidence gone. Damn, he had worked hard on making his breathing style special, and someone had already mistaken it. Eh, at least someone was even talking to him. Not many people talk to the ones that are hidden.

' ' Anyways, to answer your many questions. My name's Takako Amashi. Nice to meet you, though I don't think you can call someone who you hardly just met a friend. At least, I think that. I guess you may have your own ideals. ' '

He paused once again, as he looked up to the roof.

' ' Hm. I believe it starts after everyone arrives. Then they'll be receiving their Swords, and custom Haori. ' '

 

[Lord_Boreas]

Kimito Arashihime
Breath style: Narukami Kagura

Kimito rolled her eyes so hard you'd think they'd fall out of her skull and onto the crowd below. "Pleeeaaaaasseeeeeee" she drew out the word dramatically while she sat up fully and leaned towards the pink hair demon slayer only to frown when she had to lift her head up in order to speak to the girl even while sitting down. "Listen here" she seethed, glaring daggers up towards the girl "I don't need to catch up" Kimito huffed "Strength is better than beauty AAA-KAA-NEEE" she teased waving her finger side to side with a small pout.

Kimito knew playing coy wasn't her strong suit but she couldn't back down now. To her left should could hear Fukuro chuckling and she inwardly seethed at the man 'How dare laugh, I could take them both on' the voice in her mind screamed, the expression on her face dropping for a split second before she sighed and a small smile formed upon her lips.

"I'd rather be feared than adored, if that's even you want to call the lust you attract" she closed her eyes "But yea, I'm sure men, woman, and children throwing themselves at you must have some real appeal" she let out the fakest giggle she could muster and tilted her head towards the sun, letting it warm her skin as a small sigh escaped her lips which once again began to contort into a smile. "I don't think good looks will help you against the enemy though, Akane. I don't think I've ever seen you swing that sword of yours" she tilted her head and with her eyes still closed she smiled brightly at Akane " My my, I can't even remember what color it turned on enlistment day" the words dripped from her fake smile like a snake dripping it's venom into its prey.


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[explosiveKitten]

“Beauty and cleverness have gotten me fairly far, clearly. Still alive.” She tapped a finger to her chin in a dainty, ‘I’m thinking about what you said, I swear!’ motion.
“You want to be feared? Hmmm… That sounds awfully lonely. But you are allowed to feel however you want, of course! I just prefer for people to smile when I walk passed, versus having them scream and run in terror.”

“Oh, forgot the color? That’s okay, it’s easy to forget when you don’t pay attention. Let me remind you!”

Akane whipped the nichirin blade out of its sheathe holding the pink blade up to the light at just the perfect angle to catch the light and reflect it into Kimito’s face for a moment before she turned it to let her get the right angle to take in the pink glory.

“Beautiful isn’t it? And it even has a matching tanto!” Akane said, using her other hand to grab the shorter blade and hold it out too, both blades uncomfortably close to Kimito’s face and chest.
“They’re perfect, aren’t they? Perfectly match me, wouldn’t you say? I mean,” She put the tanto back into its sheath and used her hand to bring one of her pink ponytails to lay against the blade of the katana. “Isn’t it? I’d say it’s very appropriate.”

She pulled back and sheathed the blade smoothly before leaning over passed Kimito, throwing a wink at Fukuro, “And by the way, it’s good to hear from you too, Fukuro~“
Lord_Boreas

 

[Ganryu]

~ Masahiko Himura - Trainee ~


​

Objective achieved. So that's what this whole ordeal is about. No use beating a dead horse. Or maybe a few lashes wouldn't hurt anybody.

Masahiko grinned, before letting out a gasp, and covered his mouth with his sleeve.

"Oh my, no wonder you were alone. I was merely trying to make conversation, trying to make friends, yet here we are, with me being informed that you don't think we'll be able to, and telling me I talk too much. Tsk, tsk. So much bile."

Despite the faux offense taken, Masahiko's face looked nothing if not amused.

"As far as having my own ideals... do any of our ideals actually matter? We could be a drunk."

He pointed off in the distance to obviously drunk man at the bar. {Ito} .

"A cynic."

He switched to the glaring evil woman in the dsitance{Mahiru}

"A holy man."

The finger pointed to a man praising the ocean god with prayer beads. {Shuto}

"Or a loner. Long as we can kill demons, that's our main 'ideal'. Anything else just doesn't matter. Course, if you disagree, more than welcome to be fodder in the night.

Oh well, I'm off to make more 'friends'. So many interesting folks around. Do try to do your best to enjoy yourself, it IS a festival afterall. I do believe I'll go where the attention is for the moment."

Masahiko bowed overly polite with his overly large robes, before laughingto himself as he headed towards the giant wysteria tree. If the ceremony was going to start from somewhere it likely would be there. It wasn't, afterall, particularly 'subtle'.

 

[Nobody Special]

☀ Yusuke Ito
22 | Demon Slayer Hashira | Breath of Flames
Location: Mt. Fujikasane
Status: ♥ Healthy, Intoxicated
Interacting: Higestu ( Lord_Boreas )

Spoiler: Breathing Forms

* = Able to use
*First Form: Unknowing Fire - The user charges towards their opponent at high speed and decapitates them in one slash.

*Second Form: Rising Scorching Sun - The user releases an arching slash attack upwards.

*Third Form: Blazing Universe - The user swings their blade downwards in an arc.

*Fourth Form: Blooming Flame Undulation - The user swings their blade in a circular motion that can defend them from all incoming attacks or decapitate multiple enemies at once.

*Fifth Form: Flame Tiger - The user unleashes a powerful series of sword slashes that seemingly takes the form of a rampaging tiger engulfed in flames that charges towards the enemy at blinding speeds.

*Fifth Form: Firestorm of the Blazing Dragon - A devastating dashing slash that the user initiates from a high stance, the technique had enough power to carve a deep impression that burnt the ground where it was unleashed.

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After seeing off his black-haired pupil-- who he had to put on his best sober act for-- Yusuke was greeted by yet another familiar face. Higestu Houtoro, a fellow hashira, and one of his esteemed, self-appointed drinking buddies. He returned his friend's wide smile with a beaming grin, before yelling right back at him with the same volume. "Drunk?! Who's drunk?! I sure ain't!" A parade of laughter escaped his lips before he could even continue the conversation, and he raised an amused eyebrow as Hige devoured more and more drinks by the minute. The man had no damned restraint-- exactly why he was the perfect drinking partner.

When Hige mentioned the ceremony, however, Yusuke's eyes suddenly widened and he lifted himself from his seat. "Shiiit, thank the gods you mentioned that." Somehow, despite just seeing one of his mentees mere minutes earlier, he had completely forgotten about the ceremony. Now that it was on his mind, he decided to take advantage and get there soon before he could forget about it again. He wrapped his arm over the possibly much drunker Higestu, and began escorting him out of the bar and towards the peak of the mountain. "Lets go, buddy. Before we get in some deep shit!"
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[Ivaliss the Ashen Knight]

Suichiro Munechika | Breath Of Water

Location : Mt. Fujikasane

‘ Oh my, I’m nearly late! ‘

Suichiro thought to himself as he made his way hurriedly to the town square. He’d thought he would make it a point to spend the morning meditating by a nearby stream before heading to the Enlistment Ceremony; after all, one can’t inspire fresh minds without being being of sound mind and body themself. However it seemed that he’d miscalculated and now found himself rushing to join his fellow Hashira before it became too apparent that he wasn’t present.

‘ It won’t be good at all if I hold up the festivities, it would reflect poorly on the other Hash— ‘

His thought was stopped immediately as he glimpsed two clearly drunken men speeding past him in the direction of the square. Suichiro let out a small chuckle as he continued on his way.

‘ I guess I’m not the only one who lost track of time today. At the very least, the two of them will surely distract from my tardiness. ‘

Lord_Boreas Nobody Special

 

[Lord_Boreas]

Kimito Arashihime
*Corps member*
Narukami Kagura

Kimito squinted her eyes slightly when the blade reflected the light into her face and she stopped herself from gripping her own katana "Yea pink and insufferable, truly three of a kind" she gestured to the blades before sighing "Such a distasteful color if you ask me" she covered her mouth and giggled slightly "Almost reminds me of dango" the girl giggled again at the reference to the sometimes pink treat. "Honestly I think you work best as cannon fodder, you know let the demons pick off the sweet pink one first before meeting their untimely death at the end of MY blade" Kimito huffed, making sure to put extra emphasis on the my blade part.

As the girl looked into the crowd, she saw three men in haori walk towards the stage "The ceremony is about to start" she stated pointing out the men as the current hashira "Seriously? have we ever had a female hashira? why is everything always a sausage fest" the girl groaned, standing up on top of the wall and dusting herself off with the sleeve of her haori.


Fukuro Yoruno
*Corps Member*
Breath of the Owl
Fukuro had been quietly laughing for the last ten minutes not stopping even when Kimito gave him a death glare. the man leaned over as Akane spoke to him and with a small smile he replied " It's always a pleasure Akane" When he heard Kimito mention the hashira he looked over to see a familiar drunken duo followed by a more tranquil man who looked slightly younger than himself. Fukuro couldn't help to laugh at the scene "you've got your work cut out for you don't you" he spoke addressing the water hashira but really was only talking to himself
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Higestu Houtoro
*Hashira*
Breath of Wind
“Oh you lying dog” the Hashira grinned picking up what would be his eighth cup “gahh they haven’t star…” before the man could finish his sentence he was ripped from the bar by Yusuke “my drink...” he mumbled walking next to his fellow Hashira. As they came closer to the Great Wisteria tree, demon slayers and civilians alike began cheering for the men and Higestu couldn't help to smile which came off as more of a drunken grin. As he pushed passed a few people he bumped pass a familiar blue haori "CHIRO" the drunken man exclaimed using a childish nickname instead of the Hashira's actual one. "Hurry up or we'll be late" the man grinned and walked to a small stage that stood infront of the great tree. On the stage sat five large black cases that where wheeled up by swordsmiths, each marked with the Kanji for Metsu(Annihilate or destroy)

Hige took a deep breath and let it out slowly before smiling brightly at the massive crowd that was gathered infront of him and his fellow Hashira
"Good afternoon Ladies and gentlemen, and welcome tho this year's Enlistment day, I am your dashing host Higestu Houtoro, but most of you may know me as the Wind Hashira" he stopped to smile at the applauding crowd just basking in the spotlight. "And with me today are my fellow Hashira; Yusuke Ito the blazing Hashira of Flame and Suichiro Munechika the tranquil Hashira of Water" Still very drunk Hige was doing his best to keep his composure and so far it was working but after his introduction he would let one of his less drunk comrades continue the ceremony while he stood in blissful drunken silence. "today is an exciting day for many but most of all to the new initiates who will receive their Haori and Nichirin sword." he gestured to the large black cases "For those of you who don't know" He pulled his Tachi from it's sheath and held it up to the sun, its grey blade let out glares of sunlight that struck people visioucly but the crowd seemingly loved it, yelling and screaming as if they were at a concert. "The Nichirin Blade is the weapon that allows us demon slayers to actually battle demons, combined with a Breath styles, we humans have finally begun to bring the fight to the demons and I for one am glad to be apart of this generation." he spun the blade and easily slid it back into it's sheathe with a grin "Now I know you aren't here to listen to me talk so we are going to get ready to start, can I have all five of the trainee's who have gathered to receive their equipment come up to the stage, one of the next hashira will begin distribution" the man waved and turned on his heels , stepping over to where the other Hashira stood probably looking on in horror at the drunk mans antics. He held a piece of paper with the five names written on it "One of you two can do this part" he stated holding the paper out for one of the men to grab and reaching for his gourd with the other hand.
Nobody Special Ivaliss the Ashen Knight Ey3_s0ckEts Ganryu Haze-

Oji Yukiyama
*Trainee ==> Initiate *
Breath of Winter
Oji opened his eyes from the small trance he put himself in when he heard the slurred speech of the Hashira and simply shook his head before pushing pass the crowd to take his place on the stairs leading up to the stage. As he stood there a strange feeling struck the pit of his stomach, his hands became sweaty and his body felt like it had millions of butterflies flapping away at his insides. Is this what being nervous was? Oji had never been nervous or unsure a day in his life and now standing here infront of all the people who would be his peers he felt like he would throw up the breakfast that he hadn't even ate because of his excitement.​

 

[Haze-]

Kiryū Takafumi | | Breath of the Ghost

Mt. Fujikasane | Start of the ceremony


Takafumi’s Master told him the ceremony would be nothing short to a grand event, though relatively the shortest he would experience in the grand scheme of things, just a small formality for the newest branch of demon slayers with a theatrical, cheesier twist. Now that he was there, in the flesh, watching the wisteria petals carried away by the howling wind, sunlight searing through the great tree with a warm, purplish glow that bathed the scenery, he couldn’t help but think – “This is way over the top, you damn geezer…” – This wasn’t just a grand event, they made it seem as the most important moment in the history of mankind. And he was about to be center stage of it all, the sheer thought of it dawning on him, nausea building up until he couldn’t think straight.

He’d always been the silent and observant type, reactive at best. But now that a set of a thousand glares would be burned to the back of his neck, he didn’t quite know how to keep the act up any longer. It was in moments like these where that old hag would tell him to be quiet and bite the bullet; the past generation had it worse. His master would go on a tangent about the deadly final selection the older demon slayers had to go through to choose the ore for their Nichirin, even if he himself hadn’t even been born to witness such an event. Mere nonsense of a tale for Takafumi, he didn’t give a damn about the older generation, if they were here to see this they would be just as blown away as he was.

But he didn’t let it get the best of him; Takafumi took a deep breath and sheepishly listened in to the Wind Hashira’s speech, raising a brow in pure amusement as he didn’t need enhanced senses to recognize that the man was blasted out of his mind. Was there a secret breathing form meant to keep you sober even after drowning in sake? Breath of the drunkard?

It was rather impressive.

As he took those initial steps up to the stage, he could feel his train of thought beginning to blur, his body growing heavy with each step. A daze that dwindled into nothingness as he saw one of the other initiates practically shuddering in place, his inner comradery awakening from within.

Takafumi stood beside Oji, placing one hand on his shoulder and mouthing –“Let’s get along.” – beaming at him as he gave a reassuring thumbs up with his free hand. Perhaps his fellow initiate would feel more at ease knowing he wasn’t alone in this. There were other’s stuck in this loop of awkwardness and overblown fanfare with him.

Slightly shuddering for a moment as he realized – “This guy could annihilate me in a fight.” – It became a habit of him to size up anyone he encountered. He really was the type to socialize better when clashing blades with someone. And as a battle junkie he could recognize strength with just a simple glance, merely taking the smallest look around him sent shivers down his spine. He knew for a fact that, even if drunk, the Hashira could treat him as if child’s play in a fight. But these people, the ones that were supposed to be at his level… Those three propped up at the wall. Hell, even that pink-haired gremlin. They were all out of his league.

Of course, they wouldn’t be fighting to the death at any given point; they were co-workers, after all. But if he paled in comparison to his peers, then how would he go about slaying demons that could possibly put up a challenge against these guys?

His eyes were glued to those cases. Did they contain the fruits he bore after almost three years of training, or was his death sentence guised behind that Nichirin Blade and Haori he would proudly don from now on?

Alas, another dilemma for his future self. All of this pessimism began to gloom the whole festival, and he simply could not be bothered to follow that sense of danger of his.

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Mentions/Interactions: Lord_Boreas Ganryu Ivaliss the Ashen Knight Ey3_s0ckEts Nobody Special

 

[Ey3_s0ckEts]

`✵•.¸,✵°✵.｡.✰ 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕜𝕠 𝔸𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚 ✰.｡.✵°✵,¸.•✵´

Takako sighed, walking up to the stage, his steps light. God, at least it finally started, too bad the host was drunk outta his mind, made the whole thing a lot less meaningful.

He saw a few of the Other trainees already up there, as he closed his eyes for a second, then walking up, deciding he was ready. He stepped beside the two of them, and hoped neither of them would talk to him, much less look at him.

★¸.•☆•.¸★ 🄰🅁🅄🄼🄾🄽🄾 🄲🄾🅂🅃🄸 ★⡀.•☆•.★

Arumono sighed, as he shrunk back in the crowd. As fate had it, he was the only Master that showed up. The only one not busy. He hoped and prayed that later on one would stop by and take some of his load, but he'd have to do it all for now.

"Hm, there's about five of them. That's a lotta questions, and a lot of running around, nosy, over hyper kids.... "

He stepped off to the side, now praying that the Hashira wouldn't see him, and think all the Masters was busy. Best idea. If it worked, no kids, if it didn't, well, kids.

explosiveKitten
Lord_Boreas
Haze-
Ganryu
Ivaliss the Ashen Knight
Nobody Special​

 

[Ganryu]

~ Masahiko Himura - Trainee ~


​

Masahiko smiled as the ceremony began. Right where he'd guessed, infront of the wysteria tree. However, the drunk wandering up to give a speech made his faux smile twitch slightly.

Doesn't matter... let it go. He's killed more demons than you've ever met.

But is he help to us now? And we've only met one. We killed that one.

Maybe not. And that one was an imp at best. Some of the other trainees here probably have done more. Certainly more trained than you. We watched a guy spin under a tree for a few days, then took his stuff when he got ambushed and killed.

And that's why I'm here, to learn. Wait, shit, am I arguing with myself?

Shaking his head at his apparent insanity, Masahiko looked around at mention of five trainees. There was the spineless guy from earlier... He continued to look around. A guy next to him who Masahiko didn't have to look at to know he smelled of fear... and fear was sweaty {Oji}. The one reassuring the nervous one seemed more composed.

Honestly, Masahiko wanted to make a grand show of receiving his tools. He wasn't nervous in the least. On one hand, he'd never seen this many people looking at him. On the other hand, he's never had so many people not know who he was. It was exhilerating. He was a blank canvas. He could be anyone. Anything. He could, most important of all, be someone important. For all these people knew, he was a noble.

On the other hand, there were so many smells swirling around him, Masahiko felt like he could pass out. The smell of alcohol was bad enough, but so many people around that he could smell their emotions, their fears... their B.O. And the passing of papers around also was another point against confidence. Masahiko wasn't... the most learned.

Shrugging, Masahiko's attention whore tendencies won out. He bowed gracefully, letting his overlarge kimono flow around him on stand. He marched forward, gathering his equipment, billowing his sleeves.

"I thank you for these tools. I will slay many demons with them. Afterall, it's the least we could do. We're demon slayers, aren't we? To confidently take the tools we're entrusted with, and pay back a small bit of the trust given to us?"

He glanced back at those already nervous.

"Right...?" He arched a brow, but then bowed again, stepping down with his gear recieved, waiting for further instruction.

 

[Ivaliss the Ashen Knight]

Munekata, Mahiru

Location: Mt Fujikasane



“ Munekata, Mahiru ! “

The seemingly sudden mention of her name pulled Mahiru from the trance she had found herself in while watching the ceremony. Quickly composing herself, the girl made her way up to the stage, making a mental note of the intent stares she was getting from the crowd. She approached the Hashira present on the stage, scowling at her still intoxicated master, which earned her a small chuckle from the Hashira of Water as he watched the entire thing. Beckoning her forward after some words of encouragement, the Hashira of Water presented her with a nichirin blade, crafted in the model of a crimson-handled nodachi, and a haori that looked as if it were the flaming down of a phoenix. Taking the items in front of her, Mahiru gave the Hashira a curt bow before remarking with a simple “ I humbly accept these gifts “. At that, the raven haired girl began to make her way back through the crowd.

Lord_Boreas Nobody Special

 

[Nobody Special]

☀ Yusuke Ito

22 | Demon Slayer Hashira | Breath of Flames

Location: Mt. Fujikasane

Status: ♥ Healthy, Intoxicated

Interacting: Ivaliss the Ashen Knight

Spoiler: Breathing Forms

* = Able to use

*First Form: Unknowing Fire - The user charges towards their opponent at high speed and decapitates them in one slash.



*Second Form: Rising Scorching Sun - The user releases an arching slash attack upwards.



*Third Form: Blazing Universe - The user swings their blade downwards in an arc.



*Fourth Form: Blooming Flame Undulation - The user swings their blade in a circular motion that can defend them from all incoming attacks or decapitate multiple enemies at once.



*Fifth Form: Flame Tiger - The user unleashes a powerful series of sword slashes that seemingly takes the form of a rampaging tiger engulfed in flames that charges towards the enemy at blinding speeds.



*Fifth Form: Firestorm of the Blazing Dragon - A devastating dashing slash that the user initiates from a high stance, the technique had enough power to carve a deep impression that burnt the ground where it was unleashed.

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Yusuke couldn't help but stifle laughter at Higestu's sudden burst of sobriety. How the hell were they all able to flip a switch and go from being drunk out of their minds to seasoned warriors and mentors in the blink of an eye? He had no idea, but whatever essence it was that gave them the ability to do so, Yusuke had clearly used up all of his when he lectured Mahiru. As every trainee stepped up to obtain their blades and haori, one of the first things they'd see was a bumbling idiot of a Hashira staggering and muttering to himself with a slaphappy grin plastered onto his face. A sad sight, that was for sure.

However, when Mahiru stepped up, received her blade and haori, and turned around to leave, her steps were interrupted by a sudden, loud clapping. Yusuke was violently slapping his hands together as loud as he could, cheering on his mentee with all his might.

"MAAAAAAAAHIIIIIIIIIIIRUUUUUUUUUUUUU-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!" He exclaimed, cupping his hands over his mouth to make more noise as if she wasn't only a few feet away from him. "OMEDETŌ!!! YOU FINALLY DID IT! MAKE ME PROUD! SHOW THEM WHY THE SACRED FLAMES DOMINATE THE DEMON SLAYER COOOOOOOOOOOOOORPS!!!" Thankfully, the cheering crowd didn't go silent from his awkward, unexpected hurrah. As his cries for his pupil finally died down, he looked towards the others with an idiotic beaming smile before stating the obvious. "Heh, I trained her."

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☂ Shuto Ran
15 | Demon Slayer Initiate | Breath of Sleet
Location: Mt. Fujikasane
Status: ♥ Healthy
Interacting: Lord_Boreas , Ganryu , Ey3_s0ckEts , Ivaliss the Ashen Knight , Haze-

Spoiler: Breathing Forms

* = Able to use

*First Form: Shallow Strike - The swordsman focuses their energy into a single, concentrated slash.
*First Form Ice Variant: Snow Slide - The swordsman blocks the incoming attack, and uses the block to parry into a Shallow Strike.

*Second Form: Rising Tide - The swordsman moves erratically, gaining speed as they move and attacking whenever they see an opening. Used to weaken stronger opponents by forcing them to bleed.
*Second Form Ice Variant: Black Ice - The swordsman blocks an oncoming assault, but also moves erratically while defending. This is to tire the opponent out by forcing them to move while they attack, consuming double the energy.

Third Form: Drown - The most difficult Sleet Breathing technique to use. The swordsman focuses directly on the weakest point of the enemy (Humans being their heart, Demons being their necks), and delivers a powerful thrust/slash to that area. Meant to be a quick finisher.
Third Form Ice Variant: Shield of Ice - The swordsman holds their sword to protect both their heart and their head, preventing an instant death.

Fourth Form: Heart of the Sea - The swordsman allows their natural instincts to kick in, and they attack in an unpredictable, animalistic way,
Fourth Form Ice Variant: Cyrotherapy - The swordsman focuses their breathing onto themselves, using the technique to speed up the healing process of sprains, clot bleeding wounds, and numb the pain of broken bones. Cryotherapy does not completely heal the swordsman, but it can be used to reduce the effects of lethal wounds and allow the swordsman to perform a final, last resort attack.

*Fifth Form: Riptide - The swordsman unleashes a relentless assault on the enemy, increasing the momentum in their strikes and delivering faster, stronger, and more precise blows the longer the attack is carried out. Used to break through defense and make openings.
Fifth Form Ice Variant: Glacier Armor - The swordsman concentrates all of their energy into defense, blocking as many attacks as they can. Used against large-scale or rapid attacks. A type of near-perfect defense.

Hidden Sixth Form: The Trench at the Seabed - The swordsman forces their opponent into a long-term striking match, unleashing a seemingly never-ending assault powerful enough to do damage, but suspiciously easy to block and parry. This is the swordsman's trick. Once enough time passes, the opponent will notice that their skin is beginning to turn blue and feel numb, and that they will have an extremely difficult time breathing. Despite the swordsman's attacks being easy to avoid, the opponent will realize that they were in a full-scale hitting match for a long period of time, focusing more on attacking and defending than breathing. They were forced into cyanosis by the swordsman, who has "dragged them to the trench at the seabed". To put it simply, the swordsman has simulated drowning the opponent, and the opponent will be extremely fatigued if the assault works the way it was intended to.

Hidden Sixth Form, Ice Variant: Blizzard - Much like the calm but ferocious falling of snow during a blizzard, the swordsman strikes their sword downward against their opponent's blade/weapon hard enough to temporarily force it into the ground if it is a sword, or cut it off if it is an enemy's hand. While the opponent is preparing to attack, the swordsman prepares an extremely slow downward slash. The opponent will generally believe that they can kill the swordsman while they are wide open, and move in faster. It is then that the swordsman slams their blade down.

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As one the obviously inebriated Hashira gave his inspiring introductory speech, Shuto stood calmly with his hands resting idly at his sides. The issue with the girl from earlier had seemingly resolved itself without any further issues, so he was able to direct all of his focus onto the ceremony without having to worry about anything else. One by one, he watched as his fellow trainees made their way towards the pillars and made their transitions to become initiates. It may not have seemed like it at the time, but all of their hard work and dedication had finally bore its fruit. They were truly going places.

Then, a loud call of his name snapped him out of his sentimental thoughts.

Upon being called on, Shuto's feet immediately carried him over to the stage before he could even comprehend that it was his turn. It was almost as if his body had been subconsciously preparing for this moment since the ceremony began. He walked past the others who were either already standing next to him with their blades or making their way back-- including the black haired girl, who was surely going to be embarrassed by the Flame Hashira that was excitedly cheering for her at the top of his intoxicated lungs-- taking quick glances to marvel at their new weapons, until he was finally at his destination.

A single, large ōdachi blade with a blueish-gray ito wrap and a beautiful brass handguard with a crane design on it. Shuto couldn't help but exhale in excitement after taking his first glance at his new demon-slaying tool. He would have to meet the person who forged it one day, as they had clearly put a brilliant amount of thought and care into its design. Neatly folded next to the blade inside of the case was a new haori-- a complete copy of his current one, although probably created to be much durable compared to the fading, waterlogged one he currently wore. With a bow, he received his gifts. He couldn't help but gaze in awe as his blade changed into a quiet slate gray once he gripped the handle, but was quick to sheath it afterwards to avoid holding things up.

"T-Thank you," he began, still recovering from the loud screams of the Flame Hashira and bowing once again to display his gratitude. He took a deep breath, clapping his hands together. "May the eyes watching over the sea bless my comrades, superiors, and myself on our new endeavors." With that, he made his way back towards the others, minding the long sheath on his hip to avoid slapping anyone's legs with it.​

 

[Lord_Boreas]

Oji Yukiyama

"Oji Yukiyama"

The boy looked up when his own name echoed through his ears, waking him up from his daydreaming state before he walked up the stairs that led to the stage. As he opened the box that held his equipment he couldn't help but to smile. He pulled the rather large dark blue Haori from the box and threw it onto his shoulders, the weight reminding him of the winter coat he wore in his village which made him think about how much he missed home. But Oji couldn't go home now, he had a duty to his fellow demon slayers as well and the civilians; he would become the greatest demon slayer who has ever lived and he would become the first Winter Hashira. With determination burning a white hot fire in the pit of his stomach, he reached into the box, gripping his katana with all the strength his sweaty hands could muster. The sword was set in a brilliant white sheath that held snowflakes all around it, and instead of a guard it had a large patch of white fur the separated the blade from the handle.

to prevent holding up the ceremony, Oji quickly pulled the sword from it's sheath and holding it towards the sun. The silver blade slowly became a pure white, resembling freshly fallen snow and oji couldn't help but to smile a little. He flipped the blade, quickly sheathing it in one smooth motion before bowing to the Hashira "Thankyou for this opportunity" he spoke firmly, actively trying not to stumble on his own words infront of the highest ranking members of the demon slayer corps. As he walked off stage, the weight of his new equipment seemed to lighten his mood somehow. Maybe the boy missed the home he ran from more than he originally thought and this familiar sensation broke some of the ice that incased his young heart causing a small tear to escape his blue orbs. He cleared the tears from his eyes and walked over to the other newly appointed trainee's enjoying the warmth of his new haori determined to become the strongest.
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Kiryū Takafumi | | Breath of the Ghost

Mt. Fujikasane | Son of the Dragon.


Awaiting roll call, Takafumi stood statuesque in complete and utter silence, trying not to heed the intense drumming in his chest. A state of feigned impassiveness that was soon shattered by the Hashira of Flame’s sudden outburst. He flinched, having to flex his jaw in an attempt to pop his ears; sadly, there was no drowning out the sheer encouragement of a proud master – “Noisy…” – Takafumi muttered under his breath, the overwhelming bundle of nerves in his chest quickly tampered down, instead, replaced by a wholehearted smirk as he witnessed the ongoing banter.

These sure were some bubbly individuals. Growing up an outcast to a town where self-worth was classified by your family’s status, he felt pulled aside from old baleful past. His dad would’ve been proud of him in a way, Keisuke wanted out of that sick hell hole just as much as he did, yet he fought to prepare Takafumi when the time came. And at last, the ronin’s child had moved on.

Another wave of emotions rippled through, brooding a gloomier one that tainted his train of thought. He didn’t hang on every word the Hashira of Wind gave on his speech just a few moments ago, but still, he couldn’t deny that he appreciated this seemingly meaningless event. T’was the calm before the storm, a rainbow in the desert, or perhaps the illusion of both. It wouldn’t be all sunshine after this; he wanted to take it all in while it lasted.

He hurried over the steps when he heard the name “Kiryū Takafumi”, setting aside that inner sensation beckoning him to run away as far as he could, only propelled forward by either raw bravery or plain stupidity. Once he got up to the stage and began eyeing the items gifted to him, he couldn’t help but feel that the blacksmith who forged this was trying to get under his skin. He held his blade up to the sun, inspecting it as light sunrays reflected from the steel and into his face. He grumbled something unintelligible at the sight; the damned thing had no Tsuba. And the fact that it was about as long as a Nodachi wasn’t helping his case either. Someone out there wanted Takafumi to cut himself.

Shortly after, he berated himself for such thoughts. Maybe the blacksmith gave him the longest sword without guard because they thought he was just that good.

Flattering, truly.

He stalled with the first gift for a while, hefted the unnaturally long blade in his hand, getting a better feel of its perfect balance as he pored over the fact he could miraculously wield this monstrosity with only one hand. He ran a hand across the hilt, bound by black and white wrappings. It looked nothing like his father’s katana, yet he would have to give credit where credit is due.

Without any second thoughts he sheathed the beast, now resting on his back. It was masterfully crafted, yet it would be quite the spectacle trying not to slice his arm off on accident while wielding it later on.

He moved on to the next gift, neatly folded inside the case. A monochrome Haori, artistically embellished by flowing leaves and wildflowers carried away by an eternal breeze. He held it before his gaze, a bright smile blooming as he got lost in each pattern, his heart missing several beats as he followed the trail of leaves to the back of the Haori; where a golden dragon soared proud. The rest of the world paused for a moment, the insufferable noise of the multitudes below becoming tame all of a sudden as his mind drifted away- The sight taking him aback to those younger days in his hometown, sneaking out with his father’s blade and pretending to be a valiant swordsaint at night.

For the first time in a while, Takafumi felt an honest smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, as he reminisced on that uninspired epithet his father had back when he was still considered a swordsman; “Dragon.”

“Ah.” – It took him a moment to realize he’d been the only one taking their sweet time receiving their gifts. The situation drifted back into scene, he gave a slight bow to the trio of Hashira, polite in delivery – “I will do my best.” – Not wanting it all to come off lukewarm, Takafumi instead spoke in the only language he was fluent in. He took out the Nichirin from its sheath, making a cut on the palm of his hand before presenting it as a vow to his superiors. To him, gratitude was shown through actions.

Moments after, that determined glimmer in his eye was subdued by self-awareness, giving a small scoff that came along with a smirk as he couldn’t help but feel his delivery a tad bid too exaggerated – “Thanks.” – He said, curtly. Turning around and heading over to his new comrades. The monstrous Nichirin searing through air as he sheathed it, its bloodstained blade turning a somber hue that faded into a pale indigo.

And with that, the ghost stood beside the other initiates. A dragon watching over him.

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