"Yorichii is probably the strongest swordsman this era has ever seen and will be so for the next few years. His swordsmanship was something no one is capable of, he created the original breathing style, sun breathing, from which all other breathing styles are derived. It is said that his swordsmanship can only be created with six swords. However, it's said that Yorichii has a brother, who wasn't able to master the sun breathing and it is also said that he created his own breathing style, the moon breathing. Even though it's a derivative breathing style, it's very strong. Unlike sun breathing, moon breathing is dark, deceptive and dangerous. He is said to be the sole user of moon breathing, as very few people after him could even come close to learning moon breathing than to master it. Even so, there may be some who could master moon breathing. There has been talks about someone learning the moon breathing style, but we don't know if that is for sure. We don't know much about moon breathing in particular but its known forms and also that there could be more than 16 forms of it."
That was what was written in the old journal. A lot of the pages were either torn or the ink had been worn out because of time.
What am I supposed to do now with this information?
I was too tired to think about this right now, I kept the journal aside and went to sleep.
I was woken up because of the harsh sunlight peeking through the curtains. It was probably one hour past sunrise. I got up from the futon, went to wash myself and changed into my uniform. I always liked my uniform, it was pretty flexible in terms of hunting demons. I was practicing my moves, when Rinko flew over and sat on my shoulder.
"Go to northeast, people have been disappearing in the town. Northeast Northeast. Now." I immediately started running towards northeast, it took me roughly 20 minutes to reach the said town. It was almost evening, perfect timing, demon will definitely come out. I could smell it, it was definitely here.
I didn't have to search for long, in about 10 min, I heard a scream, coming from a dark ally. It was there, the demon with pale eyes, two horns and whatever, I didn't wanna waste more time on noticing it's details. He was holding a kid hostage, I had to save the kid.
The demon tried to attack me straight on, ha rookie. It took one move from me and the demon was already turning to ashes.
"Moon breathing: Second form, pearl flowers moongazing."
I approached the kid, who looked scared but surprised.
"You are amazing" He said to me when I was wrapping his wound with my handkerchief.
" Am I now?" I laughed. The boy flustered. I made sure the boy reached his home safely. I gave him one last smile and I was on my way.
I had just started to go back, Rinko flew over again, sat on my shoulder,
"Go to the town next to this, there has been an attack there, a lower moon. Wind hashira is already there, kill the demon, both of you. Now."
WHAT. Excuse me the fuck? Shinazugawa? That ass?
Ain't no way I have to go on a mission with him. I hate him.
"Great. Fuck this." I muttered and was on my way to the town.
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