𝙸𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 (𝔾𝕚𝕪𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕠) {𝓚𝓝Ⴘ}
𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 3: 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮
Giyu POV:
I slowly walked home from the Hashira meeting in the cold showers. Oyakta-sama had insisted we skip night patrols today due to possible tornados in the area.
I would have insisted, but nobody dared go against Oyakata-sama. Besides, I would be busy tonight.
Doing what, you might ask? Himari was still out of town, so I had nobody.
Well. I'd be busy doing the night patrols I wasn't supposed to do.
I would secretly hide in the shadows and keep a lookout for any demonic activity.
Himari had recently sent a message saying she would be on a long-term mission for a few weeks. I always got worried whenever she was sent to a dangerous mission. As a Kinoe ranked Slayer, of course Himari would get the more risky missions, but I always stressed that one day my half-dead crow would arrive with a message saying Himari was dead.
One time at a Hashira meeting, Oyakta-sama had mentioned there was a demon killing off lots of Slayers and a number of Kinoe-ranked Slayers. I'd been worried sick and sent hundreds of messages to Himari till she responded.
Now the days dragged on. It was just killing demons and going home to an empty estate. The raindrops made my half-half haori sag with rainwater, but I didn't care.
I was losing will to live. Every day seemed the exact same, dragging on and on, till one day I wouldn't be able to take it any longer.
I unsheathed my katana and practiced slicing motions with the air. My grip on my sword faltered. My strikes were getting weaker. I was getting slower. Overconfident. These days I only slaughtered the weaker demons. I hadn't even seen a Lower or Upper Moon demon in months and months.
Being a Slayer wasn't a challenge anymore. It was more of a job, a chore that I had to do everyday. Yet it was the only thing left to do.
I was losing everyday nessicities. Not taking care of myself. I knew it, but I couldn't be bothered to properly make meals or go out to eat. I abandoned sleep for my night patrols and rest for missions.
But more importantly, Shinobu's rude remarks or digs seemed to have more of an impact on me. I took them harder than I used to.
"You don't deserve to live."
"You're a waste of oxyegen."
"It's your fault so many people are dead."
It was true. All true.
I should just die, shouldn't I?
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