Wind of Fate (Inosuke x Oc) (Demonslayer)

(3)The Final selection pt.1

(Shion's p.o.v) (10 years later...)
(Make sure you play the song it goes with this chapter!)

Short strands of hair bounced as I bobbed and weaved through the thick woods, while my long sleeves flutter behind me. I was extremely late to the final selection. though, I'm not really worried as much about that as How disappointed I was in myself for getting side-tracked last minute and so easily. I decided that I'd head out earlier than normal just to get a warm up in, but gotten distracted like a idiot by the taiyaki the servants had made for me. Frowning and ignoring the light pink across my cheeks, I face palmed myself mentally for my idiotic mistake. I can't let myself be distracted by food if I wanna be strong enough to defeat that bastard Chuya .

"If I'm going to be a full fledged demon slayer, I can't be such a dumbass. I'm stronger than everyone else there..." I said to myself as I focused on my rapid footfalls against the crisp foliage. The forest started to look more serene as I started to slow down and notice my surroundings. Patches of wisteria rose our of the ground as my feet halted to a stop and a pair of twins stood before me, each wearing a intricate kimono. I was really here...

"Welcome to the final selection, Shion." The twins echoed in unison. Nodding at their greeting, I observed the serene surroundings of the grove. Clumps of wisteria peeked out from the grass and gave the place an almost dreamlike feel. Though it was ruined by the annoyed glares of the other participants, each staring and mentally judging me with narrowed eyes.

"That frail looking boy thinks he can be a demon slayer? I won't be surprised when he ends up dying like the rest of these weaklings."

A rough voice spoke that stood out from the low whispering of the crowd. The voice instantly caught my attention and caused me to spin around to the source. A tall boy with lengthy jet black hair leaned on a tree off to the side and rest his hand on the hilt of his sword. He glanced down at me and furrowed his extremely large brows. He's definitely giving me an asshole vibe.

"Who do you think you're talking to, caterpillar brows?"

I said in annoyance and looked up cockily at his quickly redening face. He quickly composed himself before walking away. Coming up close to that guy made me feel shorter than I already am. He's freakishly tall. He must have been born with stilts for legs of something. I'm not that phased at him calling me boyish, but calling me "frail" really pisses me off. I may look little, but looks can be deceiving.

I listen in on the twins speech but didn't pay that much attention to it. I already knew the deal with the mountain and the abundance of wisteria around it. The flowers kept the demon trapped inside the mountain and it was our job to make it through alive. This seems like a piece of cake for me, but I'm not too sure about some of these people. I sized up a scared looking blonde kid and shook my head. "He's probably going to die here." I thought to myself.

After the twins had finished with their speech, each of us took off for the mountain. My sandle covered feet barely made a sound against the dew covered grass as I sped through the woods. Something about this seemed familiar about running through a forest like this with my sis- my sword at my hip, something's oddly disturbing. The moonlight peaked through the trees and hit my blood covered sword. I had encountered a few demons before this and killed them with ease, as expected. Though the sight of blood dripping from my sword made me feel a tinge of nausea and anxiety.

"I'm sorry, Shion."

A nostalgia filled voice rang throughout my head and sent shivers down my spine. I felt the past sting of the wounds of that night, but I grit my teeth and pushed onwards."I can't freeze here, I'm stronger than that!" I growled and picked up the pace, wiping away the premature tears from my eyes. "What would Sanemi say if I broke down here?" I muttered and groaned at the image of an disappointed Sanemi, which was the same as an angry one.