♡ Kryptonite ● Akaza x Reader ●

Chapter 6: "Cold sweat"

y/n POV:

I spent the last weeks in this house in bed. After getting patched up and stitched back together by the doctors I had to regain enough power to start my way home.

Now this time was finally here. I was outside the house with the company of the elderly women, who cared for me all this time. Her garden was surrounded by whisteria trees, my mind wondered where the demon had a chance to break through this wall but behind the house there weren't any trees now because of a new building which they planned there. Lucky coincidence.

I turned to the women and bowed out of thankfulness and respect.

"Dear you don't have to bow, I am only paying all you slayers back for fighting for my and all the life's of the unknowing."

"I know your reasons but now I owe you my life so thank you."

And with that I left to my own home. The way to my location was more draining than before, but that's not surprising, I was out of training for some weeks. I must regain my previous power. The fights taught me that I am far from strong enough to survive on my own and at the moment I can't even dream about becoming a hashira. After every wall I overcome there is a bigger one to hold me in my place. I sighed at the thought but no time for this depressed mindset. Now I can only do everything in my power to become stronger.

I found out that both demons from the city were dead and my mission was called a success, despite the fact that wasn't my doing. Akaza must hurt the other demon so vital that he wasn't able to regenerate before the sunrise. Everyone like he deserves. And I was able to come home without being beaten because of failure, a total win one would say. Doesn't wipe away the truth that I am in fact too weak.

Here goes all or nothing so let's go to train. My house was already in sight and my feet brought me straight to the training's dorm.

~Time skip~

A droplet of sweat ran down my temple and my feet were trembling, but I refused to stop my training. Now it's time to overcome my own limits, as long as I can breathe and stand, I will not end this training.

End of story: I became unconscious because of hyperventilating and a lack of oxygen.

The next day's went by the exact same, my will never faltering. My body grew stronger. My lungs weren't pleased with this. But as long as my strikes and attacks grow more powerful I wouldn't have to last long in a fight. Stamina was nothing I can obtain by training; it is true that it expanded over the last years but there is a limit to that because of my condition. That's not going to stop me.

Here goes all or nothing. This none stop training continued for some weeks and the winter came. Nights grew longer, giving demons more time to perform. The demon slayer fought every night, every night someone lost a loved one or a comrade. I want to stop this cruel war.

My time to shine has arrived as I was now in the best form, I have ever been in. The scars over my body told me my weakness every day and reminded me of my almost death. The inner wounds haven't healed like my body, I still couldn't sleep well at night thinking of those events nothing ever scared me this much, but now I have to be strong.

The mission I got was in a city far away and it will take several days to get there. We do not waste any time here and get ready to rumble.

Outside my breath formed little clouds, I grabbed my coat a little tighter. *It's a hard winter this year*

Snow was falling from the sky and formed a beautiful, glittery white blanked over the land. I loved the snow it was so peaceful to watch it fall. I looked up in the sky and caught a snowflake on my hand. Every one of them is individually beautiful, made by nature itself, so tiny with accuracy a blacksmith can only dream of.