Chapter 1 the new hashira.~
Their pov:
the day goes on as usual, tanjiro did his normal breathing practice and training. While zenitsu and inosuke were constantly arguing. but today, tanjiro felt off about something, he couldnt shake the feeling that something was different about today... had he skipped breakfast? or one of his training sessions? mitsuri came rushing in and caused inosuke to stop bothering zenitsu, with curiosity tanjiro walked over to see how big the news could've been to stop them from fighting. only to find inosuke running up to him yelling "TANKITO TANKITO THERES A NEW HASHIRA I CAN FIGHT!!!!" inosuke yells at the top of his lungs. "its tanjiro inosuke" tanjiro laughs realizing thats what was off today "how could i not know, lets go greet them!" tanjiro says with a friendly smile.
my pov:
i woke up ready to start the day, im drained enough from all of that stupid demon fighting, no one helped me!! "i fucking deserve this.." i mumble under my breath as i grab my cup of coffe and poor a shit ton of creamer in so its not bitter. "emiko? are you ready?? i have your uniform!" mitsuri comes in looking proud that i made it in the team "yes, but, who am i working with? also i gotta be fast because i feel like im bouta be late and i havent even gotten a sip of this!" i say pointing at my coffee and pouting. "emiko we gotta go bring the cup with you we dont have any reports of missions yet!" mitsuri replys giving me some hope that ill fit in. i roll my eyes and put on my uniform while chugging my coffee going out the door. "WAIT EMIKO!! YOUR SWORD!!" i spin around as i catch my sword that mitsuri threw at me. "what color is it again!??" i yell. "its red! remember!"
"oh, right! thanks mitsi!!" (that was the nickname i gave her btw!)
i run to get there on time only to find that mitsuri was already charging threw the doors and running in.
i pause, slowly getting nervous. -what would they think of me.. do i look weird-?? i think to myself as i check my outfit -no. ill be fi-- my train of thought was cut off by a guy with a boar mask on yelling at me "FIGHT ME!! PROVE THAT YOURE-" i look up at him and i see a trickle of blood coming out of the nose of the boar mask. i see another guy walk up looking gentle with what looked like a scar on his head? and one more who.. has orange and yellow hair!?
