Chapter 03: The Final Selections.

A handsome young man was seen walking up a mountain filled with wisteria flowers, the young man had raven hair that was tied in a pony tail, his face graced a gentle smile looking at the beautiful wisteria flowers. He wore white robes and a black hakama, a quirky yellow haori with an orange gradient and white triangle patterns on it. His kyahan were of the same colour as the haori with pale brown socks and a white laced zori.

Looking around he found a young man in a green and black chequered haori and walked towards him.

"Hey there, my name is Zenitsu Kuwajima, you seemed calm enough to have a chat so I thought why not and came here. You don't mind, right?"

The boy had burgundy hair and eyes, there was a scar on his forehead. He was one of the few people who were calm and him being the person that would keep him company in the future, Zenitsu came to greet him.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Kamado Tanjiro. Do you know when the test will start?" Tanjiro asked.

"As soon as the sun sets, we will need to spend a week in the mountain and return on the eighth sunrise. Simple right?" Zenitsu answered.

"What? Only this?" a dumbfounded Tanjiro asked.

"Nope, there is a surprise. The mountain is a big prison for demons captured by the demon slayers, they want nothing more than to tear humans apart limb from limb and have a feast that only comes to them once a year." Zenitsu answered in a sing song voice.

Tanjiro's eyes turned into dots and his brain started processing what he just heard.

'Is this person wired correctly?' he asked himself.

The little twins came and introduced the task and the final selections began.

Tanjiro turned around to see that Zenitsu had vanished like he was never there, shrugging the weirdness off, Tanjiro ran into the mountain.

Tanjiro POV:

My name is Kamado Tanjiro, I was the eldest of my six siblings. One fateful day, my family was attacked by the demons and were killed, only Nezuko managed to live but she had turned into a demon. I met Tomioka Giyu-san who had sent me to Urokodaki Sakonji-sama to be trained as a Demon Slayer.

For two long years, I have survived the hellish training Urukodaki-san had given me, he taught me the art of Water Breath. Finally, after one and a half years, he brought me to a ginormous boulder and asked me to cut the boulder with my katana.

Talk about impossible, but them I met Sabito and Makomo, while Sabito clobbered me to integrate the techniques to my bones, Makomo was gentle, she would explain things I did wrong and tipped me on how to correct them after I was clobbered by Sabito.

Finally I won, I slashed the boulder in two parts. Urukodaki-san made delicious hotpot that night, he told me about how demons became stronger by the more humans they ate, that the stronger ones could use blood demon arts.

Arriving on Mt. Fuji Kasane, I saw a lot of people around my age. People who were here to participate in the final selections and join the ranks of Demon Slayers.

I saw a handsome boy, approach me. He introduced himself, saying that he came over for a chat since I looked calm enough to have a chat.

He was a weird person, he even smells weird, but one thing I was sure about, that the person standing beside me was strong. Not strong as Giyu-san, but stronger than everyone here today, but he was definitely weird.

The moment I looked away from him, he vanished like he was not even there. Shrugging the extra thoughts out of my head, I breathed out, regaining my focus I ran into the forest.

I fought two demons and won, their remains faded into ashes and flew away, leaving me no chances to ask about the way to turn a demon back into a human again.

My nose picked up a foul smell, worst I had ever come across. Seeing a boy running away screaming that he did not sign up for this shit, I was about to approach him but then the sight in front of me froze me in my tracks.

I saw an ugly demon, rushing over with his huge form that was mangled up, distorted into something that could barely be defined by human standards.

I saw it holding a boy and gobbling him up, I knew that I had to do something. I rushed up and saved the boy in front of me.

The demon recognised the warding mask Urokodaki-san made and spoke about how he was captured by Urokodaki-san forty-seven years ago and he had been trapped here ever since. How he had killed and devoured the disciples of Urokodaki-san as a revenge.

I lost my bearings and charged at the demon and I was hurled back at a tree, barely managing to pull myself together.

Sensing an attack from beneath the ground, I jumped to evade it yet the demon sent another while I was airborne, doing a mid-air flip I barely managed to avoid the attack and ran on his arm to decapitate him.

I knew that I had this one chance, I drew in air and braced myself as I slashed the demon's head off with the water-surface slash.

I fell down on the ground, panting from breathlessness caused by the total concentrated breathing and the injuries the demon caused by hurling me on the tree.

*CLAPPING SOUND*

Hearing the sound of clapping I looked above me to see Zenitsu sitting on the branch, looking at me with a proud expression. He jumped down and stood before me, "that was a nice fight Tanjiro, you need more combat experience to execute your techniques flawlessly against the demons."

"You've fought well, rest for the night. I will guard your back and next morning, we go hunting." Zenitsu said with a gentle smile on his face.

POV ends.

Tanjiro knew that Zenitsu held no malice towards him, he relaxed his tensed nerves and heaved a long sigh and closed his eyes.

Zenitsu on the other hand was itching to try the healing powers he had received from God this time around.

Seeing that Tanjiro has dozed off, he placed his hand on Tanjiro's head and a golden light enveloped him, and his injuries vanished at a visible pace.

Done with the treatment, Zenitsu carved some concealment runes and disillusioning runes around them to hide their presence and made them not noticeable and a little compulsion rune to make people, animals and demons make a turn around them without noticing them.