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Chapter 22: The Last Demon Slayer

Y/n suddenly felt another presence and turn to his side, seeing a petite young girl. Her hair is long, black, and wavy. She also wears a bamboo muzzle.

"Ah, that's my sister, Nezuko." Tanjiro says. Nezuko smiled with her eyes close before giving a headpat.

"You're... Giyu-san's descendant right?" Tanjiro asked. Much to Y/n surprise.

"H-How did you-" Y/n paused when Nezuko sat on his lap, situating herself comfortably.

Tanjiro chuckled, "It's obvious since you have his resemblance."

It still confused Y/n how the young man before him know his ancestor who lived in the Taisho era.

"Giyu-san and I known each other for a long time. The time when I met him, he tries to kill Nezuko who turned into a demon. But he somehow spared Nezuko.

He grows to care enough for us that he promises to commit seppuku alongside our master should Nezuko resort to eating humans." Tanjiro explained. Y/n look at Nezuko.

"You're sister... Is a demon..?"

"Yes." Tanjiro paused for a moment before he spoke again. "Y/n? Are you sad?"

Y/n glanced at Tanjiro, "For some reason, I'm picking up a scent of grief and sorrow from you."

Y/n couldn't utter a word so he lowered his head down. Nezuko tilt her head in confusion.

"I see. So one of Kibutsuji's subordinate must've done something cruel to you." Y/n quietly nodded his head.

Nezuko turn to Y/n as her hands wrapped around Y/n in a tight hug, engulfing him in her comfortable warmth.

Y/n felt that young girl's touch full of an undescribable kindness and warmth, Overwhelming yet peaceful. It reminds him when his mother use to comfort him as well.

"Pain and loss are a natural part of life. Death is unavoidable. As heartbreaking as it might be, you can't let these tragic events paralyze you and prevent you from persevering. That's how it is, right?" Y/n looked at Tanjiro who gave him a gentle smile. Y/n notice a sword displayed. 

"Tanjiro-san, are you a swordsman?"

"Yes. I'm a swordsman like you. I used two Breathing style, but man you're even more amazing! You can do Zenitsu's, Kanao's and some of the Pillars breathing style. You must've worked hard to master all of it!" Tanjiro exclaims.

Y/n was flattered by it, "Thank you.. Um, may I ask what Breathing style you use?"

"The first I learned was Breath of Water, then I switch to Dance of the Fire God."

"Dance of the Fire God? Wait, was that the Breath of Sun?" 

Tanjiro nodded to confirm it. The legendary and forgotten Breathing Style and the first one to ever be created.

It has passed down to the Kamado family since the user doesn't have any successor.

Tanjiro stood up and walked over to pick up his blade.

"Come on, I'll show you the forms of Dance of the fire god." He says, Nezuko and Y/n followed him outside the estate then he performed the swords form.

Y/n watched them carefully, burning them into his mind so not one escaped. The Dance of the fire god is so pretty that Y/n forgot to breathe.

"Amazing. They were striking beautifully. Tanjiro looked like a spirit rather than a human." Y/n muttered.

Afterwards, a crow appeared delivering an message from the Head master of Demon Slayer corps. They set journey with Tanjiro leading Y/n to the place where they were being summoned.