Worse Than A Demon? (Sasori x Demon Slayer)

Chapter 11 No Breaks For Perfection

As Sasori made his way toward the beach, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. The crashing of the waves against the shore and the salty scent of the sea air helped to clear his mind, providing a welcome respite from the chaos of battle he was so used to.

Finding a secluded spot along the shore, Sasori settled himself on the soft sand and pulled out two scrolls he preast his hand against the scroll sanding his chakra into it making a small long wooden table with a brush and an ink bottle and the weapons of his puppet pop out.

"The beach is the perfect background sound for work," Sasori said to himself as he began to brew several seals on the weapons.

Sasori relished the peaceful atmosphere of the beach as he set up his impromptu workspace. With the rhythmic sound of the waves as his backdrop, he focused on his task, his hands moving deftly as he inscribed intricate seals onto the weapons of his puppet.

The soft sand beneath him provided a comfortable seat as he worked, and the cool breeze of the ocean carried away the heat of the day, leaving him feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

As he meticulously brewed the seals, Sasori allowed himself to get lost in the flow of his work, the repetitive motions calming his mind and sharpening his focus. Each stroke of the brush felt like a meditation, bringing him closer to the state of clarity he sought when it was broken by a voice.

"What are you doing?" A young boy of fair skin and short stature with a lean muscular build along with long, straight hair of a black color that fades to pale turquoise as it approaches his waist he is eating an ice cream.

Sasori looked up from his work, momentarily startled by the unexpected interruption. He studied the young boy before him, noting his distinctive features and the vibrant colors of his hair. Despite the interruption, Sasori couldn't help but admire the boy's curiosity and boldness in approaching him.

"I'm working on some seals for my weapons," Sasori replied, his tone calm but guarded. He wasn't accustomed to strangers interrupting him during his tasks, especially ones as delicate as this.

The boy's eyes widened with interest as he took in Sasori's words, his ice cream momentarily forgotten as he leaned in closer to get a better look at the intricate designs on the weapons.

"Seals, huh? Can I watch?" the boy asked curiosity in his words.

Sasori hesitated for a moment, weighing the potential risks of allowing a stranger to observe his work.

"No," Sasori said but the boy ignored it and sat next to him.

Sasori's annoyance simmered beneath the surface as the boy disregarded his initial refusal and settled down beside him anyway. He gritted his teeth, the interruption disrupting his focus once more.

"Did you not hear what I said?" Sasori repeated, his tone tinged with annoyance. 

"Are you a Demon slayer?" The boy asked. The question caught Sasori off guard "Who's asking?" Sasori asked "My name is Muichiro Tokito the Mist Hashira. That's who." The boy answered as he lifted his hand and the kanji for Hashira appeared.

Sasori's irritation deepened as the boy not only persisted but revealed his identity as Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira. The mention of his rank sent a ripple of surprise through Sasori. He hadn't expected to encounter a Hashira.

"I did not expect to meet a Hashira," Sasori said. "So, you are a slayer. Why do you need so many swords?" Muichiro asked, looking at all his blades.

"None of your business," Sasori replied, making Muichiro look annoyed. "As your superior, I order you to tell me."