Ch-49 : Nichirin Sword

(Around a table)

Damien was sitting with Nezuko on his lap, her soft bum was comfortably rested on his thighs, Nezuko didn't knew what was happening to her as she was quickly took away by his claws.

Her face had a red hue with her heart going doki~ doki~, now her being the epitome of innocence, she didn't knew why she was feeling that way...an odd sense of wholesomeness lingered in her previous deserted heart lighting her world again.

But after being that happy, suddenly her face returned to normal and turned a little pale as she thought, 'How can I be happy when my whole family was just slaughtered? How much shameless of a person could I be to actually feel fulfilled? But this warmth is enough I guess...yeah this is enough...'

Damien also felt something wrong with her as he tilted her face towards him and saw her blurry pink eyes filled with complicated and heavy emotions, he felt a tremor inside his heart when he realised how much of a fool was he.

Just because she was unable to speak does not mean that she was stupid, just because her brother always smiled in front of her does not mean that she was not aware of things, just because she rarely shows emotions and keep an indifferent face does not mean that she was okay.

His hug tightened around her frail body, for Nezuko this hug played a huge role as she felt that she might also be happy...she is not alone...not everyone is seeing her as a monster or omen.

Just like that a line of clear crystal tear broke through her wavy eyelashes and washed through her soft cheeks thus landing on Damien's palm, a deep sigh ran out from his mouth as he gently caressed her wet cheeks with his thumb.

Like the tear that broke through the barriers of her wavy eyelashes, her heart also loosened and a sense of freedom and accomplishment washed through her very being.

Soon she also began to realise these beautiful and sacred feelings inside her heart towards the very first man who freed her from her shackles of grief.

(Other side of table)

A elderly man was sitting with a pig mask on his face, he had two swords wrapped around his shoulder, Master Urodoki was serving him the tea while Tanjiro was also attending the guest.

The pig faced? man suddenly started laughing as he loudly said, "Hahaha! These two babies are my best creations! Such a loss giving them to you young weaklings...truly a pity...sigh..."

{A/N : I hope no one would try to picture Mei Hatsume with him...}

Tanjiro and Damien both of them did not care whatever rubbish the pig snot-nosed bastard was saying as Tanjiro's eyes were glued to the swords while Damien's eyes and hands on Nezuko-chan~

Seeing that he was utterly and totally ignored by young kids, he felt his stomach churn as he SNORTED and quickly unwrapped one sword which was covered in clean white stash.

Tanjiro's eyes sparkled in joy as pig-snot-nosed reluctantly gave him the sword, Tanjiro held its hilt and then placed in front of him, he bowed respectfully in front of the sword.

After bowing he grabbed the hilt with a black round guard like a wagon wheel,

*clank*

He unsheathed his sword, it shone under the light and thus grabbing attention of both the duo of Nezuko-chan~ and Damien.

Soon, black colour started engulfing the blade as it turned into pitch black in colour leaving the pig-snot-nosed and Master Urodoki speechless...Damien already knew it but still raised his eyebrow at it.

Master Urodoki said after a moment of silence, "*cough* congratulations Tanjiro on gaining your own nichirin sword."

Then Tanjiro somewhat hastily asked, "Master what does black represent?"

Master Urodoki turned a little hesitant to reply but still answered, "Not much is known about the black colour swords because the people who had wield it, had all lived short lives."

Tanjiro's mood turned gloomy slightly but he quickly recovered and smiled as he replied, "Then let me be the first one to find about it."

Damien smiled at his declaration before he stood up but not before sneaking a quick peck from Nezuko-chan's~ cheeks leaving the innocent beauty in daze.

The pig-snot-nosed man then held onto the other sword to give it to Damien, but just as he touched a heavy feeling crashed on his chest, his back got covered in sweat as he quickly threw it towards Damien.

Damien caught the sword.

The pig-snot-nosed man was trembling in fear, he felt this kind of dread first time since he had been forging swords.

He looked to Damien, who held onto the hilt which was plain black with a similar opaque guard and a pummel.

*clank*

He unsheathed the sword and soon the hilt began heating up, Damien's eyes open wide as he felt his palm burn in heat but he knew that he had to hold the sword.

All the people were shocked would be an understatement.

Master Urodoki and Pig-snot-nosed man were having their mind messed up, they saw how the sword started turning into dark purple colour but soon another layer of dark black wisps started wrapping around the sword.

The wisps got scattered all over the sword in an unusual pattern, just like roots of tree, the handguard was actually destroyed in process.

Soon all the weight got removed as Damien felt a connection with sword, his red eyes shone under purple galactical colour of sword.

While everyone had their eyes glued to the sword, even Damien's eyes were shining in its radiance but suddenly a soft pair of hands held his burnt palm.

He looked and found Nezuko holding his burnt palm with blurry and grieved eyes, she looked at his hand gloomly and then went inside the house to bring some gauze back.

After cleaning the wound and wrapping it in sterile gauze, she just went back and sat down.

All the people were speechless while Damien's heart shook and went doki~ doki~

'Fuck! Too cute!'

Everyone inside the room sweated some sweat as they came back to themselves.

Master Urodoki again decided to sacrifice himself as he coughed and said, "So...I guess no one knows what happened right? So, let's wrap up for today, it's already pretty late."

Master Urodoki was suffering under immense mental pressure, just too many weird things happened today, even his total breathing concentration could not stop him from becoming breathless in those situations.

(In night)

Tanjiro and Damien were ready to leave for their first mission, but there was a change this time.

The basket of Nezuko-chan~ was on Damien's back rather than Tanjiro's, Damien did not even asked for Tanjiro's permission as he directly took Nezuko-chan~

Poor Tanjiro could only watch at the two of them who appeared far more closer than they should be.

Whenever Tanjiro tried to talk about it, Damien would directly say, "I am gonna make you my brother-in-law."

Tanjiro was scared shitless seeing such 'respectful' look of Damien towards him, 'Fuck...I need to be careful in future...I seriously do not want to become husband-in-law.'

Meanwhile Damien was talking with Nezuko-chan~ even if she doesn't reply,

"You are very beautiful Nezuko-chan~"

"I guess I would make you my wife"

"Later tell me your favourite dishes, I will cook them all."

"You have your brother and me to take care of you, so don't worry about anything Nezuko, even your mother and siblings would feel the same way, they would want you to live happily and freely."

Nezuko shook inside her basket and started weeping, even Tanjiro's eyes turned blurry as he thanked Damien in his mind because he was unable to free his sister from her grief.

But after some time,

"What game you like the most Nezuko-chan~ , tell me later."

Tanjiro lost his footing hearing him while Nezuko-chan~ opened her big eyes in wonder.

(Few hours Later)

The trio reached the village as both Damien and Tanjiro turned vigilant.

Soon a beaten young man was found walking down the street, Tanjiro quickly came in front of him and said,

"We are from Demon Slayer Corps, we received the news of demon sightings here."

The beaten young man looked at both young men in front of him as his eyes gained light once again,

"Really?! Thank god! Please save my fiancee! She was abducted by demon last night, please save her, I am begging you."

Tanjiro held the man as he said, "Don't worry, we are here for the same."

The young man began crying while saying 'thank you, thank you.'

Tanjiro was becoming sentimental when suddenly Damien tapped on his shoulder and said, "Let's go, we have enough information."

Tanjiro came out of his reverie and gratefully nodded at Damien before following him.

Damien closed his eyes and started cutting down needless sounds while Tanjiro's nose began to work.

Few seconds later, Damien opened his eyes followed by Tanjiro who opened some time later.

They both nodded at each other and kicked on the ground as they started to go in demon's direction.

They both came to a narrow street where not a single person's presence could be felt.

Damien's hand went to his sword as he said,

"Unsheathe your sword Tanjiro."

Tanjiro nodded as he brought his sword out.

Soon a ominous aura flared in surroundings as a stench smell came to their noses and a portal appeared on floor as a demon with three horns and blue hair came out...his blood red eyes had a murderous glint as his flesh reeked of blood and flesh of humans.

Tanjiro's veins on his forehead popped out as his grab on sword became tighter.

"Calm down Tanjiro."

Damien warned Tanjiro before he unsheathed his sword in a blink.

"Kekekeeekee...I could smell a young lady's flesh inside that basket kekeke...I will-"

Before he could complete his sentence a sword came slashing at his neck at an enormous speed, wind got cut as air trembled.

The demon directly split himself into 3 parts before going inside his pocket dimension.

But his one part was lying headless on ground as Damien's sword had the first taste of demon's blood.

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