Demon Slayer: After raising Shinobu, I died in front of her.

Demon Slayer: After raising Shinobu, I died in front of her.

Author: The Cat Who Scrolls Through His Phone

Synopsis: (Rating just released, will increase later) [Single female lead Shinobu Kocho] [Not invincible] [Male lead is a Pillar + Original Breathing Composition]

Ling Chuanche saved two sisters who were just very young children at the time.

He raised them as his daughters, giving them all the good things in life.

Later, they grew up and eventually became swordsmen.

However, on the very day Shinobu became a swordsman, she learned of his death.

In an instant, their world collapsed.

The male protagonist is an indigenous person, not a time traveler, and is 12 years younger than Shinobu Kocho. The book has a slow pace.

Chapter 1: Two Little Girls

When Ling Chuanche was twenty years old, he saved two little girls. He raised them and taught them to be successful, but on the day they became swordsmen, they received news of his death.

Meiji 1905

A once-prosperous mansion, now stained with blood.

"Creak...creak..."

A monster was lying beside the corpse, devouring its flesh.

Inside the cupboard, two children were hugging each other.

Shinobu Kocho trembled all over, tears silently rolling down her cheeks, and she dared not even breathe too heavily.

Kanae hugged her younger sister tightly, her palms icy cold and her body trembling uncontrollably, yet she still held her sister's mouth shut, preventing her from making a sound.

Through the crack in the cabinet door, they watched their parents fall into a pool of blood.

Despair filled my chest like ice water.

The demon stopped moving.

It slowly raised its head, with bits of flesh and blood still hanging from the corner of its mouth, its nostrils twitching a few times, and a twisted smile on its face.

The two girls in the cabinet froze simultaneously.

The demon licked its lips, stood up, and walked step by step toward the cabinet.

It grinned, revealing its sharp, white teeth.

Kanae, the butterfly in the closet, hugged her younger sister tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, but she still clenched her teeth and refused to make a sound.

The butterfly huddled in her arms, too frightened to even cry.

The claws slowly rose.

A shadow fell over the cabinet door.

In the very next instant—

A cold glint flashed from outside the door, cutting into the night.

"Breath of the Azure Sea - Form One - Wave Slash".

There was no angry shout, no footsteps, and no warning whatsoever.

Only a sliver of bright, sharp light, mixed with tiny water droplets, appeared, like moonlight falling to earth, quiet to the point of gentleness, yet so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.

puff.

The demon's movements suddenly stopped.

Before the smile on its face had faded, its head flew high into the air, tumbled several times, and crashed to the ground.

The headless body stood frozen in place before turning into ashes with a crash, which were scattered by the night wind.

The whole room fell silent again.

Only the clear sound of the blade returning to its sheath remains.

Clang.

Outside the door stood a slender and upright figure.

He looked like a young man, with calm eyes and black hair slightly disheveled by the night wind.

He was wearing the Demon Slayer Corps uniform, with a faded haori over it, the edges of which were worn and frayed, as if it had weathered many storms.

The moonlight fell on him, casting a long, slender shadow.

Those eyes were deep and serene.

The two girls in the cabinet stared at him blankly, forgetting even to cry.

The boy glanced around the room, his gaze lingering on the two sisters for a moment before he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming they had no fatal injuries.

He walked up to them, patted their heads, and said gently, "Don't be afraid, it's all over now."

His voice was inexplicably reassuring.

Butterfly, unable to hold back her tears, suddenly burst forth, staggering out and grabbing his clothes while crying.

"Please, please save our parents..."

The boy was silent for a moment.

He turned his head to look at the corpse on the ground, a faint shadow of darkness flashing across his eyes.

"Feel sorry."

Only two words.

It was so heavy that it made the air seem to sink.

Kanae lowered her head, her shoulders trembling violently. Finally, she could no longer hold back and bit her lip sobbed out.

Cries and screams rang out.

Footsteps soon came from outside.

Several people dressed in black and wearing masks appeared quietly, skillfully sealing off the courtyard, cleaning up the bloodstains, and comforting the awakened neighbors.

One of them quickly stepped forward and bowed to the boy.

"Lord Cangzhu, the area has been confirmed safe."

Ling Chuanche didn't speak. He quietly watched the two girls on the ground crying over their parents' bodies.

The surroundings were quiet; there was no sound except for their weeping.

The little girl, nestled in her sister's arms, was on the verge of collapse, wailing loudly.

"Sister, we have no home anymore."

Ling Chuanche's heart tightened suddenly.

When he was four years old, both of Ling Chuanche's parents passed away. He threw himself into his sister's arms, crying loudly, saying, "Sister, we have no home anymore."

His older sister raised him, but she was killed by a demon when he was twelve. He then joined the Demon Slayer Corps, and now at twenty, he has been a member for eight years.

From an unknown swordsman to the current Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, only he knows the hardships he has endured along the way.

Looking at the two crying children in front of him, Ling Chuanche seemed to see his former self in a daze.

He took a deep breath and made a decision.

......

Lingchuan Tetsu wants to bring Kocho Kanae and Kocho Shinobu back to the Demon Slayer Corps.

Normally, this is against the rules. To join the Demon Slayer Corps, one usually needs to undergo a series of tests, and only those who pass the tests are qualified to join the Demon Slayer Corps.

However, due to the special nature of Lingchuan Tetsu's identity, as the Azure Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, he has the power to break the rules.

And so, two young, homeless girls who had just lost their loved ones embarked on their journey to join the Demon Slayer Corps.

As for why Ling Chuanche did this, he simply didn't want what had happened to him to happen to them.

At this moment, all Ling Chuanche wanted was for them to grow up safely and never have to suffer the pain of losing their loved ones again.

Chapter 2: First Impressions of the Demon Slayer Corps

On the way back, the two sisters had blank stares and lifeless eyes.

Yesterday they were a happy family, but today they have left their hometown and embarked on an unknown journey with strangers.

This is not a solution.

Ling Chuanche thought to himself,

At this rate, I'm afraid their bodies won't be able to hold out until they reach the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Let's rest at the nearby Fuji House first."

After careful consideration, Ling Chuanche spoke to the hidden members who accompanied him.

Vine House.

The wisteria blossoms exude a delicate fragrance, and the trellis in the courtyard is covered with green leaves, rustling softly in the morning breeze.

Ling Chuanche sat on the steps with a cup of hot tea beside him.

"You've worked hard, child."

An elderly man with white hair shakily brought over a tray and gently placed several pieces of sushi beside him.

Ling Chuanche clasped his hands together and whispered his thanks.

Just then, two light footsteps sounded.

He turned his head to look.

The two children we rescued earlier are walking over.

Butterfly huddled behind her sister, clinging to her arm, head bowed, her eyes vacant as if she hadn't yet come to her senses.