❦ 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ❦ [𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒]

✧⎠ t̷o̷t̷a̷l̷ ̷c̷o̷n̷c̷e̷n̷t̷r̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n̷ ⎝✧

She was currently trying to master concentration breathing constant.

She couldn't do it.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't focus for hours no end.

Her training would have taken a lot longer if she didn't know how to use a katana, but thankfully for her, she did know how to use one, after all, it was her go to weapon.

Because of being able to wield a katana Urokodaki decided to just skip to concentration breathing.

When she mastered that Urokodaki asked whether she wanted to be a demon slayer.

Y/n declined.

No matter how hard she tried, the hero in her always came out.

She wouldn't kill, no, she couldn't kill.

The idea of taking someone else's life horrified her.

Sure she would arrest them, but she would never and I mean NEVER kill someone on purpose.

Though she did decide to put Urokodaki's training to use and told him she would save slayers from demons, but never kill the demons.

Urokodaki just sighed and nodded in disappointment.

'She wouldn't be going to the final selection this year then' He thought

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Night time came around and y/n couldn't sleep, she sat on the roof once again starring at the stars.

She was a little bit of a perfectionist when it came to training or fighting.
Ok, maybe not a littleeee
Fine, she was a huge perfectionist when it came to learning things and she hated herself for it.

She wouldn't do anything until she could get it right.

Suddenly she had a eureka 💡 moment.

The moons light softly illuminated her face as a small smile made its way onto her face.

To do total concentration breathing you needed to focus, precision and calmness.

While she sang and danced she had focus, precision and calmness.

Getting up off the roof, she went back inside the house to put her hero costume on and put Urokodaki's haori over it so she wouldn't get cold.

She walked back outside before walking into the thick forest in the mountain.

Once she was far away from the house she started humming.

"Hmmmmmm hm hm, hmmmmmmm hm hmmm"

Translation is in English.
!Y/n is singing in French!

(The troubled soul)
"𝓛'â𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓮"

she was spinning around, her hoari blowing in the wind with her arms out.

(He lives but barely speaks)
"𝓘𝓵 𝓿𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮 à 𝓹𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓮"

she looked up at the moon and calmly smiled.

(He waits in front of this photo of yesteryear)
"𝓘𝓵 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓬𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓸 𝓭'𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓷"