Demon Slayer : The Silent Journey

Chapter 57: Breaking the news to Mitsuri

[Seiji's POV]

"I guess I have a little explaining to do." I said but then I stopped when I saw the state she was in. Her eyes had a primal glint in them, her cheeks flushed and her breath came out needy.

A quick glance at her with the transparent world and I saw her womb throbbing and her walls clenched.

Is she...

No..

'She is fucking turned on right now. Holy shit, like girl, I know you have a fetish for strong men but what the hell is this?' I thought while looking at her.

But then again, maybe it's not so strange considering one of her main reasons for joining the Demon Slayer Corp was to find a husband - a man stronger than her.

And what was in front of her was the strongest Hashira so I couldn't fault her.

"Are you okay?" I asked, lacing fake concern in my voice. I like her hot and bothered to be honest since it was due to me anyway.

"Ah." she gasped and came back to reality. A massive blush found her cheeks and her innocence won over her fetish.

"I'm okay," she muttered, gathering her bearings. She shook her head and the last thought of indecency left her head as questions replaced them.

"Seiji, what was that?"

"That was a demon," I answered.

"A demon? Like from folktales and books?"

"They are similar, except demons are real, as you just saw," I said and gave a comforting smile when I saw fear emerge on her face.

"Don't be afraid, there are people like me - the Demon Slayers - who protect society from these demons."

Her pretty eyes locked with mine and I could see thoughts swirling behind them as she processed my words.

She tore her eyes away and looked at the place where the demon previously lay - sliced into many pieces - but it was no longer there.

She gulped, "I trust you." was her final reply.

Adorable. Why is she so adorable?

I walked forward and gave her a hug. She was surprised at first before she melted in my embrace and her arms snaked around my body to hug me back.

"Let's return, your parents would be worried by now." I said. And it was not really appropriate for a woman to stay with a man after the sun was down, even if they were engaged. It could even destroy their reputation.

If we suddenly broke the engagement, she would have a harder time finding a suitor just because she was with a man even after the sun fell. It's just the culture. Japanese put purity in high regard, especially for women, it was the greatest virtue she could have.

We walked down the mountain and I used the time to answer her question and explain the hidden war that had been ongoing for hundreds of years now.

The war between demons and demon slayers.

I explained to her what demons were, how the sun's rays were deadly to them and how they needed the flesh of humans to survive.

"Why human flesh though? Can't they just eat animals like us?" she asked. It was a genuine question that made me hum in thought.

Probably because they are still part human and thier body need human flesh in particular for sustenance. Thier stomachs could also be only attuned to digesting human flesh.

Or most likely, humans just taste better than any other meat and it could increase thier strength as well.

She was intrigued by the demon slayers as well.

"Demons can regenerate and heal from most weapons except ones that are made from a special ore called Scarlet ore, which is found on the top of mountains absorbing sunlight.

"You want to see it?" I said and put my sword forward. She became flustered instantly.

"No..no..I-Its okay." she said.

It was considered a show of great respect and trust if a Samurai allowed you to touch and see his sword. It was considered a part of thier soul and it meant the Samurai allowed you to see thier soul. It was an act that showed a close relation, an intimate one especially if it was to a woman.

I didn't really care about those though. After the Meiji restoration, such traditions were stopped but since that was recent, it still exists today.

"Here, it's okay, I don't mind." I said with a smile and shoved it in her hand so she could take a look. It was not that I took the culture seriously but she did, and I wanted to see her blush more.

She carefully examined my odachi in her hand. Even with her limited knowledge, she could feel that it was a masterpiece, a weapon above the rest.

"It's heavy," she commented.

Was it? I've been using it since I was 13 years old so I go used to the weight. The muscle structure of my body also developed to carry and swing the long blade so at this point, it felt like normal katana to me.

After that, she carefully returned the sword to me.

"So this demon slayer...are they strong?" she asked me.

"Yes, they are strong. Extremely so when compared to normal people, the Hashiras are able to do feats no ordinary man would believe in thier life." I said.

"Increadible." she said, "...are they even stronger than you?"

I paused my steps and Mitsuri did too after she noticed. She looked back, a little worried that I might not like her question for whatever reason. I only flashed her a smile.

I always wanted to do this.

"No. Afterall..." I said,

"I am the strongest."

"...."

"Pftt, that sounds sillier than I thought." I said with a chuckle. She seemed to be impressed though, and she believed me.

Not that it was a lie. With my mixed breathing, I could now speedbliz even the likes of Gyomei.

"Let's hurry." I said.

"Coming!!"

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I'm a coward. Did you ever notice?

Almost all of the connections and bonds I have formed in this life was with characters I have known in the past. I was not brave enough to form deep connections with people I was not aware of, real people whom I never knew as a character.

Because the last time I bonded with random people - my family - I lost them and I had never mourn harder for a loss.

That's why I'm afraid now.

The characters I knew from my past life - I was aware of their future somewhat. I knew when they would die, when they would be in danger and I also knew they were strong (most of them being Hashrias or future Hashiras). This decreased the risk of me losing them significantly.

It was one of the reasons why I never formed a close relationship with my aunt and uncle. They were weak and I had no clue about what would happen to them in the future. There was too much risk in loving them too much.

On the flip side, this was why I easily formed a connection with Mitsuri. She was strong, and a future Hashira. She only died at the end of the canon story so there was a low risk for loving her. She shouldn't die randomly. She was strong, I was here and fate was on her side.

But now I found myself questioning this mindset.

What if my existence had changed the future too much at this point? What if her survival was not certain anymore?

...

I'm not sure I want Mitsuri to become a Demon Slayer.

It was a strange change in my mindset because I had every intention of being the one to introduce her to the Demon Slayer Corp. She viewed it as a family in the canon, a place that accepts and values her. The thought of bringing her with me after I returned even crossed my mind.

But now I was against it.

It was strange because I had no problem with Rengoku being a Demon Slayer and a Hashiras even knowing it would lead to his death, and I consider him my best friend.

Did this overprotectiveness stem from the fact that I viewed her as a wife already and wanted to protect her? I'm not sure.

But all thoughts aside, I think it's time to end all this.

I need to leave now, I have duties to fulfil.

So I broke the news to my uncle and aunt first. They were initially surprised but it did not take them long to accept the fact that I was not done with my travels.

I was sure that Mitsuri's parents wouldn't have a problem as well since I couldn't even marry legally yet. But the main problem lies in Mitsuri.

How would she take the news?

So today, I called her to a restaurant that had great dessert.

Let's see how this goes.

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Author : No, I was not on a vacation. I'm a workaholic that won't rest until the doctor literally prescribed him to. At least 6 hours of sleep, he said.

If you are curious, I'm in the drama club as the leader and the main director/scriptwriter and we just had a competition, which we nailed btw.

I was busy with that for three whole days.

Anyway, triple update to make up to you guys. Thank you for worrying about me.

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