[Name:Chara Dreemur]
[Level:1]
[Skills:Knife Skills(Perfected), Plant Magic(Beginner.), Soul Magic(Beginner), Energy Manifestation(Veteran). Hate(Perfected), Determination(Perfected).]
Chara was frowning, his situation was. Abit complex and he was still perplexed by it all, how did the the Underverse just blow up without any warning ot signs.
Like literally he didn't even blink before he arrived here and even his usual character interface looked weird like why did he suddenly have Skills also how does he have plant magic, he is a human and wasn't soul Magic man's thing.
It was night time and Chara was blankly looking at the moon. "Am I supposed to feel anything for everyone's death."
He reached to the moon covering it from his eyes, as he was about to stand up someone looked down at him with curiosity.
It was a girl that had a bamboo muzzle in her mouth and was wearing a pink and black kimono, Chara thought she looked cute but he was ready to kill her.
"Nezuko where are you?!."
She pointed at him, then at the forest behind her, as if to ask what he was doing out there. Chara lowered his hand and let out a sigh, he was tired. A lot had happened in the last hour, and now he had to deal with this person.
"Get lost, I'm not in the mood to deal with anyone right now."
The girl's head tilted, her gaze was still curious but now it held a hint of empathy. She took a step back, her hand moving to the hilt of her blade. Chara's eyes narrowed, his hands twitching as if he was ready to summon his knife.
"Nezuko!"
A voice echoed through the trees, a boy with a checkered haori and a familiar scar on his forehead. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Chara. He pulled out his own blade, pointing it at him.
"Stay away from my sister, demon!"
Chara raised an eyebrow, a small smirk gracing his lips. "Demon? What are you talking about, I'm a human."
The boy took a step forward, his stance firm and ready to attack. "I'm not falling for your tricks, I can smell the blood on you. Your scent is of a powerful demon, so don't even think about running."
Chara looked at the boy, then at the girl who was now standing behind him. He looked at his hands, confused. What was this boy talking about, demon? Was it because of his Hate or Determination? He didn't smell like a demon, he was a human. He was Chara, not a demon.
He let out a tired sigh, he didn't want to fight but he had no choice. He could see that the boy was ready to attack him and he wasn't going to just let him do that.
"Let's get this over with, I have no time to deal with you two."
He summoned a bright red knife in his hand, the air around them became heavy. The boy's eyes widened, a look of shock and disbelief on his face as he stared at the red knife.
"The smell... it's a Twelve Kizuki's aura, no, it's something different..."
Chara just stared at the two of them, his soul's Determination and Hate was clashing against each other, his body felt like it was about to rip apart. He closed his eyes, his head was spinning. He was getting tired of all this. He just wanted to find a place to rest, to be alone, but it seemed like he wasn't going to get that anytime soon.
He opened his eyes and looked at the boy and girl, he had a crazy idea. It was a risky one, but he had to try. He had to know if this was all real or if he was just going insane.
"I'm not a demon, I'm a human. My name is Chara Dreemur, and I'm from a different universe."
The boy just laughed, a bitter and dry laugh. "Don't lie to me! You reek of blood, and your aura... it's like a powerful demon's!"
"Just stop!" Chara yelled. He was tired, he was tired of everything. "I don't know what you're talking about! I'm not a demon!"
The boy clenched his hands in his Katana and shouted. "If you really aren't a Demon then why can you do that?!."
He pointed at the red knife on chara's hand and Chara scoffed. "I don't want to fight and if i were a so called Demon I would have attacked you with no hesitation than actually standing here and talk to you and what the hell is a twelve kizuki?!.
The boy, still wary but his eyes holding a flicker of confusion, took a hesitant step back. "That's what a demon would say... but your scent, it's not like any demon I've ever encountered. It's... a mix of something else."
Chara's shoulders slumped. He lowered the red knife, which shimmered and dissolved into the air, much to the boy's astonishment. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about, or what a 'Twelve Kizuki' is. All I know is that my home, my entire universe, just... disappeared. I don't know how I got here, or why I can do this stuff. I'm just as lost as you are."
Nezuko, who had been watching the entire exchange with intense curiosity, let out a soft murmur from behind her muzzle. She cautiously stepped out from behind her brother and pointed at Chara's chest, her finger almost touching his shirt. Her eyes, still wide and empathetic, seemed to be looking at something unseen.
"Nezuko, no!" the boy, whose name Chara realized he still didn't know, said, reaching out to pull her back.
But Nezuko ignored him. She let out another sound, this time more of a questioning hum, and pointed to her own chest, then back to Chara's. It was a gesture of a mutual understanding, an unspoken sympathy.
The boy was completely baffled. "Nezuko, what are you doing? He's a powerful demon! Get back!"
"Demon... what is a demon, exactly?" Chara asked, his voice softer now. He was tired, yes, but also intrigued. This was the first time he'd encountered someone who didn't immediately try to kill him, and the girl... she seemed to understand.
The boy's face hardened, but he lowered his sword slightly. "Demons are monsters who eat humans. They were once human, but they were turned by the Demon King. They have regenerative abilities and can use powerful blood arts. Only Nichirin Blades and sunlight can kill them."
Chara's eyes widened. He looked down at his hands, then back at the boy. "I can't regenerate. And I'm pretty sure sunlight won't kill me." He looked over at the girl, who was now standing next to him, her head tilted, still looking at his chest. "And I don't eat people. In fact, I've never even met one of these 'demons' before."
The boy, still holding his sword but no longer pointing it, stared at Chara. He then looked at his sister, who seemed completely at ease around the "demon" who smelled of blood and death. The boy's mind was reeling. He had been taught to trust his senses, and his nose had never been wrong. But Nezuko... she was always able to sense the difference between a good demon and a bad one. He still didn't trust Chara, but he couldn't deny the feeling he was getting from his sister.
"My name is Tanjiro Kamado," the boy finally said, his voice still tense. "And this is my sister, Nezuko. What are you going to do now? You can't just wander around smelling like that. You'll get yourself killed."
Chara shrugged, a small, tired smile on his lips. "I don't know. I was hoping to find a place to rest, to figure out what's going on. I'm just... tired of all of this."
Tanjiro's grip on his sword loosened. He looked from Chara to the forest behind them, then back at his sister. He had a decision to make. He could continue on his way, leaving this strange boy to face the world alone, or he could help him. After all, he knew what it was like to be on the run, to be misunderstood.
"Alright," Tanjiro said, sheathing his sword. "I don't trust you, but I'll help you. For now. But don't try anything funny."
Chara's smile grew, a genuine, albeit small, smile. "Thank you, Tanjiro. I won't. I'm too tired to."
Nezuko gave a soft hum of approval, gently patting Chara's arm before she stepped back behind her brother. Tanjiro, however, kept a watchful eye on Chara, his posture still tense despite having sheathed his sword. "Just so you know," he added, "you'll have to get used to people being wary of you. Your scent is unlike any I've ever come across. It's… overbearing. Like a mixture of pure malice and something else entirely. Something… good."
Chara looked down at his hands, his mind racing. The "pure malice" was likely his Hate, a power he'd spent so long trying to master. The "something else entirely," the "good" part, was probably his Determination.
Chara shrugged with a smile, he might as well tell him about it all. He owed him that much, and it would be a good way to gain his trust. Besides, Tanjiro seemed like a good guy. Someone who would understand.
"The malice you're smelling, that's my 'Hate'," Chara said, his voice dropping to a low, serious tone. "It's a power I have, a force of pure negative emotion. I've spent a long time trying to control it. And the good part, that's my 'Determination.' It's the power to persevere, to keep going no matter what."
Tanjiro's eyes widened. He looked at Chara, then back at Nezuko, who was now giving Chara a concerned look. "Hate... and Determination?"
Chara nodded. "Yeah. It's... a long story. But the gist of it is, I died. And I came back. Again and again. Every time I died, I came back with more Determination. But with that came more Hate. It's a balance. A constant struggle."
Tanjiro was silent for a moment, his mind trying to process what Chara had just said. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to die and come back over and over again. It sounded like a nightmare.
"So you're saying... you've died before?" Tanjiro asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Chara's smile faded. "More times than I can count. It's... a long story. But that's where the Determination and the Hate come from." He looked up at the moon again, a pained expression on his face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dump all of this on you. You've already done so much for me."
Tanjiro shook his head. "It's okay. I... I get it. It's a lot to take in, but... I believe you. My nose has never been wrong, and it's telling me that you're not a bad person." He looked at his sister, a small smile on his face. "Besides, Nezuko trusts you. And her judgment is always right."
Nezuko hummed in agreement, a soft, comforting sound. Chara looked at the two of them, a feeling of warmth spreading through his chest. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. A feeling of... acceptance.
"So," Tanjiro said, breaking the silence, "what now? We can't just stand here all night. The sun will be up soon. We need to find somewhere to rest."
Chara looked at the forest behind them, then at the moon. "I don't know. I was hoping you could help me with that. I don't know this place at all."
"We're on our way to Mount Sagiri," Tanjiro said, "to see my master, Sakonji Urokodaki. He can help us figure out what to do next. He's a former Pillar, so he knows a lot about demons and auras."
"A 'Pillar?'" Chara asked, the term unfamiliar to him.
"A Pillar, or Hashira, is a high-ranking Demon Slayer," Tanjiro explained. "They're the most powerful swordsmen in the Demon Slayer Corps. They're the ones who protect humanity from demons."
Chara nodded slowly, taking it all in. This world was so different from his own, and yet... it felt strangely familiar. The idea of a group of people fighting against monsters to protect humanity... it filled him with Determination.