[Seiji's POV]
The only drawback my eyes had was mental exhaustion.
This was completely reasonable because seeing so many things in detail and many others that normal eyes were never meant to see, any human brain would be overloaded with information.
When I was young, I would have to sleep at least 12 hours to deal with the mental exhaustion. But as time went on, the requirements became less and less.
Still, surviving on barely 5 hours of sleep a day would be harmful to any human body, much less a body that has a special eyes such as mine, which was exactly what I had been doing in the past two months.
I forced myself to fight and work with only 5 hours of sleep every day.
And clearly it had taken a toll on me because right now, I felt incredible. I did not know how long I slept but I felt so amazing and good that I hadn't even opened my eyes yet.
In a world of complete silence, deep sleep was guaranteed. And even though I had woken up, as long as I did not open my eyes the world was completely silent and still.
It was a great time to have an internal monologue.
The question is, how do I plan to move forward from now? What was the plan? What was the next goal?
I had become a Hashira and I now held the most influence and power a demon slayer could get. So, what's next?
Killing Muzan Kibutsuji was the main goal but thinking about that time when I encountered him in Tokyo, I knew that it was still too far away to even consider.
I should at least be the strongest Hashira alive first to even think of slaying Muzan. In the story of Demon Slayer, the Hashiras - even the strongest - were merely cannon fodders to the Demon King.
It was only through sheer continuous luck, plot armour, tricks and heavy sacrifice that they finally put down Muzan Kibutsuji.
I wanted to kill Muzan Kibutsuji without any sacrifice, and I was not the main character with plot armour. That meant I would have to be strong enough to match Muzan at the very least - which I should mention, no one other than Yoriichi ever accomplished.
'Yeah, it is not realistic yet.'
So let's start with something more realistic and doable. I promised to be as strong as Muzan in five years - a promise that became more and more ridiculous with each passing thought - so what can I do to achieve it?
Or what can I do to at least get closer to the goal?
The first thing that came to mind was learning all of the breathing styles that exist. I was now a Hashira, meaning my colleagues were the best breath users in the present day. I could definitely learn thier breathing from them.
It took me a week to learn Flame Breathing and two weeks to learn Thunder Breathing. If those feats were used as a base, it shouldn't take me long to learn every breathing styles.
After that, I could work on mastering each and every one of them. I should aim to become as proficient at using each unique breath as their respective Hashira users.
I think that is completely realistic. In fact, it would take me less than five years to accomplish it - which is where the canon starts.
Speaking of canon stories, you can be sure that I would do everything in my power to not let that happen. I won't let Tanjiro's family be slaughtered like how it happened in the story.
This goal was also personal.
If you really thought about it, my backstory was eerily similar to Tanjiro's. Both of us came home after a hard day of work only to be greeted by blood and the cold corpses of everyone we ever loved.
A demon had killed our world while we were away.
The similarity did not end there as we witnessed tragedy befall our sisters. I was robbed of my hearing and he was robbed of his sister's humanity.
I couldn't save my own family back then, I was not strong enough.
But god damn, I will make sure the same thing doesn't happen twice.
Maybe I would finally get a bit of solace - like how Andrew Garfield's Spiderman did when he saved a different version of MJ.
So yeah, it was personal.
And beside it being a personal endeavour, there were many positive fruits that could come out of it. Firstly, I could learn Hitokami Kagura - which is basically a watered-down version of Sun Breathing.
Secondly, I could learn the location of the blue spider lily from Tanjiro's mother. For those who don't know, the blue spider lily is said to have the power to give demons the ability to walk under the sun and be resistant to the nichirin blade. Muzan had been searching for it for centuries and the demons were created with the objective of finding the blue spider lily for him.
There were also many other things like the possibility of saving Tanjiro's father and convincing the absolutely broken character to join the demon slayer corps, etc.
The only problem was that I had no idea where Tanjiro's house was located. The only thing I remembered was that he used to sell charcoal in a village near their isolated home.
I have no other clue. But then again, Japan was a small island, how hard could it be to find one home?
And what else is there, 'hmmmmm...'
It had been on my mind for quite a while but I could try asking for a bow and nichrin-tipped arrows. The smiths of the Demon Slayer Corps should be able to create one and hopefully, they would respect the request of a Hashira.
I wanted to know how my eyes would affect marksmanship.
Maybe I could develop a new breathing style for marksmanship. Who knows, I definitely won't if I don't try so I was going to try.
'Hm?'
My world, ever so still and silent, was disturbed by vibrations felt by my skin. It was a tug of reality that threatened to bring me out of my musing.
More aware of my surroundings than ever, I felt someone inch ever closer to my skin. I could feel thier body heat as they got closer. I held my breath, I knew I was safe and no harm would befall me, yet my body was ready to fight.
But then, a small head landed on top of my chest.
I could not hear, I did not see, but I could feel thier ear on my chest. They were listening to my heartbeat and strangely enough, that made me listen to my own heartbeat with them.
*Thup-dup* *Thup-dup* *Thup-dup* *Thup-dup* *Thup-dup* *Thup-dup* *Thup-dup* *Thup-dup* *Thup-dup* *Thup-dup*
*Thup-dup* *Thup-dup* *Thup-dup* *Thup-dup*
My heart beats firm and consistent. Finally, I opened my eyes to see whose head was on my chest.
The moment I saw who it was, I felt my heart stop beating.
It was...
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...an old man.
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"What the actual fuck!!" I yelled and quickly pushed the old man with a creepy smile off my chest.
It was unlike me to raise my voice, much less straight out yell, but the situation deserved it. I was truly shocked out of my mind.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked.
"I was checking if you were still alive or if you had problems. Lady Kanae told me to check every six hours!" the old man said.
That's....reasonable.
Why was I so shook anyways? And why do I feel a gigantic sense of disappointment wash over my entire soul?
Well, the answer was obvious. I was expecting him to be Lady Kanae or even Shinobu but I guess I was wrong. I really shouldn't get my hopes high just because I woke up on the lap of a beautiful girl once.
"That was...embarrassing."
I noticed movement on my side so I looked towards the window to see Shinobu peeking in like a kitten. A playful smirk danced on her lips and her eyes glazed with mischief.
"Yes it was." she said.
God, why did I say that out loud?
"Thank you for keeping an eye on him." Shinobu said with a smile.
The old man bowed and went away right after. I stared at Shinobu - not because of any particular reason other than just being fond of seeing her face.
"So, you finally decided to wake up after two days of sleeping?" she asked.
"It's good to see you again." I said.
"Same to you, I didn't expect to see you again so soon." she said and then threw a sword at me. I effortlessly caught the sword with a puzzled look.
"Why don't you stretch those tight muscles and give me some tips, Hashira." she said, "A nice sweat before a bath is always good."
It was weird that she asked me for such things right after waking up. Literally, no one does that, at least say good morning first.
But sometimes, eyes can tell you more than words. From the eagerness in her eyes and the way she peek at the window as if she had done it multiple times, I could tell that she had been waiting for me to wake up for a while now.
Likely to talk to me because she wanted to ask me for advice. There was also a competitive glint in her eyes. I saw a girl who was motivated to try her best and live up to what she believed was her sister's expectation.
She was honest and would go for what she wanted without hesitation like a child.
"Sure." I said and cracked my neck. She was right, my body was indeed tight and full of knots.
Her smile widened and she moved away from the window right as I lept out from it.
I remembered the pattern of Wind Breathing during my fight with Sanemi, so this would be a good time to try those out.
I was feeling refreshed and a bit weaker due to an empty stomach. But I immediately shot towards Shinobu with the sword.
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Author : If you get the reference of *thup-dup* then you my guy, are the goat. I like you.
Anyways, sorry for disappearing. I have a life and life happens if you know what I mean. I'll do extra chapters tomorrow again to make up for it.
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[Seiji's POV]
"What were you thinking inviting him to a spar immediately after he woke up? He is our guest Shinobu, at least feed him first."
I ate a bowl of rice while watching Kanae reprimand her sister. Shinobu had an awkward smile on her face, trying to come up with excuses but finding none.
"Didn't I also tell you that he needed rest for at least four days to heal completely?"
"I know, I know. Sorry I got carried away because I was excited." she said, it was the worst excuse ever but I liked the honesty.
"Besides, sparring with me would not even be considered an activity to him. He beats me as easy as he breathes, right Seiji?" Shinobu asked and turned to me.
"Sure."
It was literally true.
She huffed, as if she was finally out of the case because I sided with her. Kanae grabbed her own face and sighed before turning to me.
"How's the food, Seiji?"
"It's good."
"I'm glad to hear that. I am confident in making healthy food but not tasty food. It's good if you like it." she said and smiled. "And sorry if my sister was bothering you."
"Hey!! I was not bothering him, we're friends."
Were we? I was not sure if people became friends that easily. But then again, the same thing happened with Rengoku.
That means now I have two friends, a boy and a girl. That's two more than what I thought I'd ever have.
The sisters were fun to watch, it was crystal clear that they loved each other and got along just from seeing thier interaction. Even the way they argued was straight out of the writer's mind when he imagined a perfect sibling relationship.
I invited them to eat with me and since neither of them had breakfast yet, they agreed to join. The three of us ate our food on the engawa - which was the Japanese version of the porch - while gazing out at the garden.
The Flower Mansion was a serene place meant for healing. The place was filled with good-scented flowers and a small artificial stream fed the garden. It's beauty and peace was what allowed many patients to heal faster,
We had small talks where the sister asked where I came from, and if I had any remaining families alive.
Yes, they legit asked me if I had any families alive because it was so common amongst demon slayers to have thier families killed by a demon. It was basically the canon event for most demon slayers and it was why they became who they were in the first place.
No one wanted to make a living by killing demons unless they had a thirst for vengeance or deep hatred towards demons- unless, of course, it's your family tradition like Rengoku.
Heck, being a solider was safer and better than being a demon slayer.
I told them I had an aunt and uncle back in my village who adopted me but my parents and siblings were all killed by a demon when I was young.
They also told me about thier past and how thier family was slaughtered by a demon with only the two of them being survivors. They said it was Gyomei who saved them just in time before the demon could get to them.
"We got lucky because we still have each other after we lost everything. But you...I couldn't even imagine what it would be like, to lose your parents, brother and..sister." Kanae said softly. I could see the pity in her eyes and if I was being honest, I didn't like it.
"It's fine, you get used to it." I lied, you never got used to it.
You can't.
Losing people you love is like losing a limb or losing your hearing, you lose a part of yourself forever, and you are no longer complete. You never got used to it, you just learned to move forward in your incomplete self.
"Time heals all wounds." I said again. 'It will heal me too.'
Then the conversation shifted towards something fun and light-hearted. They told me stories about thier training and how Kanae became a Hashira.
It was mostly just Shinobu who talked about how Kanae became a Hashira. From the way she talked about her sister, I could see the deep admiration she had for her.
After we finished the food, Kanae gave me another check-up on my condition and even though I could see the condition of my body perfectly with my eyes, it was nice to hear the analysis of a professional.
I spent the rest of the day lazing around and practising the patterns of Wind Breathing whenever I felt like it.
Actually, it did not end there. I spent the next two days doing nothing but resting and practising the different Breathing Styles.
Kanae was a busy Hashira but she managed to share breakfast with us every day. On the other hand, Shinobu was perpetually at the Flower Mansion and taking care of the patients.
She would also train to become a demon slayer whenever she could. She was going to participate in the Final Selection next year so she was preparing for that.
My relationship with the two sisters grew a lot during the two days, especially with Shinobu. As two teenagers of similar age, our topics of interest aligned and there was a special chemistry between us.
Shinobu was very different from what I remembered in the anime. In fact, Kanae resembled Shinobu in the anime more than she did.
One of the main topics we would talk about was books and stories. Apparently, Shinobu was quite fond of stories, especially that of horror or ghost stories. I also liked stories and reading in general, having read many books in my past life.
I liked reading different books so much that I learned how to read in 12 different languages. I would often tell stories I remembered from my past life to her. She thought I came up with them and she had termed me as a genius in her mind.
Other than that, I was helping around the Mansion any way I could - which mostly consisted of helping the patients with broken bones - which was very common. With my eyes, I was easily able to fix dislocated shoulders or joints and also help in aligning broken bones so that they healed faster.
But after two days had passed, I was finally allowed to be in action again. And my peaceful life came to an end, it was short but sweet.
The first thing I did after being told I could fight again was as anyone would've expected.
"Let's have a match between us, Kanae." I said.
"It has not even been one second." She blinked.
Well, I have been staying stagnant for too long. I needed to continue my journey towards strength and what better way than challenging strong opponents?
I have also been curious about flower breathing so I really wanted to see it in action.
"I guess it can't be helped." she said and we went out to the yard to have a match.
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(15 minutes later)
"It's impossible."
I lay upon the grass like a leaf in autumn. My gaze was focused on the blue sky and the smoky cloud, yet the endless expanse of blue could not push away the image in my mind.
I think what I saw was imprinted on my mind.
"I can never win against her. Heck, I can't even fight against her."
The weight of the words fell on my chest, knocking air out of my lungs. My body felt hot and my brain did not have sufficient blood to process complicated thoughts. All of the blood in my body was rushing to somewhere else.
So, here's what happened.
After the fight started, I was struck with a frightening realization.
My style of fighting required me to look at my opponent's body - muscles, blood flow, joint movement etc - to predict thier attacks and reply to thier actions.
To do this, I used my X-ray vision. And what do you think happened when I finally used an x-ray on a beautiful girl like Kanae?
Yeah, it would not be wrong to say I fought two battles at once. My mind could not focus on the fight at all as it was always distracted by other thoughts. My action was a mix of fighting and trying to hide my hard member.
It was impossible.
I was, by no means a degenerate. I did not react in such ways even when I peek at other beautiful women.
So even though Kanae was by far the most attractive girl I met, I was doing fine just seeing her naked body.
But when Kanae started fighting, it was a different matter. Flower breathing required elegant movement and flexibility so it almost looked like she was dancing. And when she danced, 'they' danced too.
With sweat covering her body, it was too much to take. It was too sensual. I might have superhuman strength but I was just a teenager. It was a battle I was never meant to win.
"How embarrassing." I said in absolute defeat.
Today, I realized a new fatal weakness of mine and honestly, I was not sure how to overcome this. I could only hope that this ends when I stopped being a hormonal (horny) teenager.
'Luckily, girls as beautiful as the Kocho sisters were rare.'
"Are you okay Seiji." Kanae asked me. She was upside down in my vision as she looked down at me.
I looked away and blushed.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Respectfully.
"It's okay. You just healed, maybe you are still not feeling well."
"Yeah, maybe." I said, knowing full well that no matter the condition I was in..
I was destined to never win against waifus.
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[IMAGE of what Seiji saw!! Don't miss this!! ]
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Author : New week. Give me stones and I give you extra chapters.
No set goals, I will simply match your efforts in the name of equivalent exchange.
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