Đọc truyện 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? - 8(edited)

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Before all the chaos. Before the yelling. Before everyone screaming at each other and crying over broken ribs. Before the emotional damage, the panic, the pure absurdity of it all.

There was a moment of peace.

You were outside, sitting in the sun with Hisa. The warmth kissed your cheeks as birds chirped around you like the world had finally paused. She had a little notebook on her lap, carefully flipping to a page full of neat Japanese words.

"'Watashi wa' means 'I am,'" she said patiently, her voice calm and soothing.

You repeated it carefully. "Wa-ta-shi wa..."

"Perfect!" Hisa clapped lightly, smiling.

You grinned like a five-year-old who just mastered tying their shoelaces. "Teach me another?"

And so it began. Every single day while you healed, Hisa became your personal language buddy. You two would sit outside or on tatami mats, sipping tea, memorizing words like best friends obsessing over some shared secret.

At first, it was simple: "thank you," "please," "excuse me." But soon your ambition grew.

Wait… I wanna understand what Zenitsu is yelling about.
I want to know why Inosuke keeps calling me a minion.
I NEED to flirt in Japanese.

Hisa didn’t laugh at you. She just nodded and taught you.

Food words, emotions, dramatic phrases like "yamete kudasai!" and, of course, the very important "baka."

At night, you whispered the words under your breath like little spells:

Zenitsu wa baka…
Tanjiro wa yasashii…
Inosuke wa… chaotic.

Step by step, day by day, the language started to make sense.

And then one day, you heard it. Zenitsu’s squeaky, panicked voice calling you “angel-chan.” And for once, you didn’t pretend not to hear. You smirked quietly to yourself, secretly collecting every single tea-worthy moment, filing it away like treasure.

By the time the boys were fully healed, everyone’s injuries finally mended no broken ribs, no limping, no crying from stubbed toes you felt like you could breathe again.

But then… a new problem reared its ugly head.

They were leaving.

And maybe… maybe leaving you behind.

In a quiet room somewhere in the mansion, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke were having what could only be described as an emergency “boy meeting.”

"We can't leave Y/N-chan here!" Zenitsu practically shrieked, hands flailing like he was trying to swat a swarm of invisible bees.

"Yeah! Monitsu is right!" Inosuke nodded aggressively, chest puffed out like he was ready to fight a mountain.

"But..." Tanjiro looked torn, his fingers fiddling with his kimono sleeves. "We can’t protect her and focus on fighting demons at the same time."

"I CAN!" Inosuke puffed even more, jaw set like steel. "I’ll carry her in a box like Nezuko!"

"No, Inosuke. That’s not-! "

"I’LL MAKE A BOX!"

"LISTEN!" Tanjiro finally raised his voice, firm. "We care about her, okay? But bringing her might get her hurt."

Zenitsu stopped pacing, hands on his knees, his head hanging low. "...So we’re just gonna leave her here?"

Tanjiro didn’t answer immediately. "...We have to think about her safety first."

"Fine," Zenitsu muttered, defeated.

Inosuke stayed silent. Not a growl, not a shout. Just silence. And honestly, that was worse than when he screamed.

The door slid open, cutting through the tension. Hisa stepped inside, calm as ever.

"Your clothes and katanas are ready," she said softly.

The boys rose, shoulders stiff, faces heavy, like some sad, slow-motion anime scene where everyone knows someone’s heart is breaking.

Meanwhile, outside, you were being sunshine. You helped an old lady fold blankets, fed the birds, and enjoyed the quiet. It felt safe. It felt calm.

Until Hisa turned to you with something wrapped delicately in cloth.

"I know you’re not a demon slayer," she said kindly, "but… here. You can keep this."

You blinked, confused. Then you saw it a folded demon slayer uniform.

"WAH thank you so much!!" You squealed, hugging her instantly like a child hugging their favorite teacher.

Hisa smiled gently, like a proud grandma. "It suits you."

Before you could even fangirl completely, Zenitsu appeared, all nervous energy, holding a tiny flower like it was the crown jewels.

"Y-Y/N-chan..." he stammered, face bright red. "I got you this..."

Your chest fluttered. "Thank you so much, Zenitsu."

"N-no problem… a-angel-chan…" His voice cracked under the weight of his embarrassment.

You smiled, warm, but underneath it all, your heart sank.

They’re going to leave me here…

It’s for your safety, dear… Your inner voice tried to soothe you.

Outside the mansion, chaos erupted. Inosuke was screaming.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, OLD HAG?!"

Zenitsu yelled back. "WHAT ARE YOU, A MORON?! SHE’S STRIKING SPARKS FOR GOOD LUCK! IT’S A PURIFICATION CEREMONY, YOU BEAST!"

You stood silently by the door, trying not to cry, but the sting in your eyes betrayed you.

"Bye, Y/N…" Zenitsu waved, voice cracking. "I hope I get to see you again…"

He wanted to ask you to come. He really, really did. But he couldn’t. What if something happened to you? He wouldn’t survive that guilt.

And just like that, they left.

Tanjiro.
Zenitsu.
Inosuke.

Five minutes later, you were helping Hisa carry some towels like a good citizen when suddenly...BOOM.

Flames. Cloak. Bright red hair.

Rengoku.

Your heart skipped. Yep, that’s him. Standing near the gate, packing, ready to leave.

You swallowed your nerves and bowed politely. "Goodbye, Rengoku-san."

He nodded back, his trademark sunshine smile lighting up the world.

And then it hit you like a truck.

WAIT??

They’re going to meet the HASHIRA.

THE. HASHIRA.

THE FINEST MEN AND WOMEN IN THE ENTIRE SERIES.

AND YOU’RE JUST… GONNA STAY HERE?? SAFE?? BEHIND??

Absolutely not.

You bolted. Into your room. Slammed the door. Threw off your comfy clothes like they were on fire. Slipped into the demon slayer uniform like it was armor for your soul.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. "I’m not staying here."

You ran to Hisa, panting and frantic. "I’m going to follow them! Which way did they go?!"

She blinked, calm as ever. "They went that way."

You turned to sprint..then she stopped you, holding something wrapped in cloth.

You unwrapped it.

Not a full katana. Not a heavy, intimidating sword. Just a small one. Perfectly balanced, light, and exactly your size.

"You’re giving me this?" you asked, wide-eyed.

"You’ll need it," Hisa said softly.

You stared for a second, then looked up. "Thank you."

And just like that, you took off. You weren’t going to be the girl left bbehind

End of chapter.