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DS : Chapter 152
🕑 Added 2025-03-01 14:31:37 +0000 UTC[Seiji's POV]
"It's time,"
On this particular morning, I was as naked as the day I was born. I had just gotten off from a bath which I took at 3 am in the morning for no particular reason at all.
I quickly rummaged through the wardrobes and took out my uniform. It was the same one I wore in my last battle, thanks to Kanae, who patched up the broken fabric for me.
The clothes were a little raggy and worn out, but the way they were cleaned and ironed showed that they had been taken care of with love. I spread the clothes out and examined them closely under the bright yellow light.
My eyes easily detected the imperfections in how it was sewn together. Those imperfections in the fabric were literally tugging at my perfectionist self but I could not find it in my heart to feel annoyed. Instead, those imperfections lit up something warm in my heart.
Kanae was an exceptional tailor who could fix my uniform just the way I liked, But ever since she lost her eyes, she had difficulties. But even still, she insisted on fixing my uniform and I even had to wait an extra day so that she could complete her work perfectly.
"The colours are not even matching," I said in amusement under a closer look. More likely than not she had asked people if the colour was the same.
Although the colours were the same, they had different shades. If you looked closely, you could see which part of the uniform had been patched up and fixed.
It should be ugly but my eyes narrowed at those fondly.
I wore my uniform while unknowingly humming a happy tune. I fixed the haori on my shoulder and then strapped a katana on my waist.
I stopped for a moment again and looked at the sword. It was Mitsuri's katana, the one that she had before I gifted her her current whip-sword.
It was pink in colour and the hilt had a very cutesy design. The sheath also had sakura petals imprinted for an extra flair.
Mitsui loved this sword very much, to the point that she kept it safe even after not using it. But she had gifted it to me after learning that my swordsmith had not finished making my sword.
I stood in front of the mirror, admiring myself upon my reflection I had never felt more dressed and good looking, I swear no one had better drip than me because I was dressed in love.
I made my way out of the room as quietly as possible. And I was just as stealthy when I went into the bedroom.
It was dark and had more warmth than my previous room due to the human presence. My eyes discard the darkness and see normally.
I walked beside Mitsuri and Kanae's bed and planted a chaste kiss on their faces. Mitsuri was still waiting for her uniform but it would be delivered today.
"You're going?" Kanae asked softly after I kissed her cheek.
"Yes," I answered although I told them already last night.
"Good luck Seiji," she said in a drowsy voice before she snuggled back to sleep.
I always leave early in the morning because I hate saying goodbyes.
Goodbyes were one of the most awkward things and more often than not I did not like what it implied. So I usually prefer leaving early before they wake up.
After I stole a kiss from them I went out of the mansion.
The cool air of dawn caresses my pores, sending weird goosebumps through my body. The time for rest and healing was over, now it was time to get back to work.
I did not wait for sunrise and humped over the wall of the mansion. Then I ran through the forest and made my way to my first destination.
Lady Tamayo.
Tokyo.
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When I reached Tokyo, it was around noon. I walked through the bustling city with curious eyes that were searching for anything suspicious.
I was certain that Muzan would not be in Tokyo anymore and I couldn't find him here, much less during the day but I couldn't help it. Instead of finding the Demon Lord, I found myself admiring the rapidly growing city.
The contrast between villages and the city was such that it was unbelievable. It was like going to a completely different world and not only a few kilometres. There were new buildings erected and new streets remodelled everywhere.
It was the year 1923 and it was a time in human history when things were changing rapidly with the end of the Industrial Revolution. You could also see the other changes in the form of political banners.
The Taisho Democracy Movement was at its peak. There were many banners and advertisements about the movement. The people were thirsty for political reforms due to the modernization of the West.
Although I never really paid attention to these things, coming back to the city reminded me of when and where I was. My life should not end with the demons, I had to be audacious and start thinking about my future after the war.
The nuke was still looming in my future as well. Fuck
It was still daytime so I did not go to meet Lady Tamayo immediately. I came to the conclusion that she would prefer to be visited at night. In the same manner that I would prefer visitors during the day since I was human.
For the time being, I made my way to the Dojo where I learned Kendo during my younger days.
'Noma Dojo,'
There it was. It felt like lifetimes ago since I had been here although it had only been five years or so. The Dojo was located in the central ward of Tokyo. Kendo was a massive sport during this age alongside Sumo. This was because it had not been long since the end of the Samurai laws.
Real samurai were also still alive under the government law. They were old now but they were still alive and promoting the sport of Kendo as a shadow of samurai culture.
When I went inside, I noticed that the students were far fewer. I did not have time to look around for long as someone called out to me in recognition.
"Shigan!!"
It was my Kendo Master. His eyes were wide in disbelief upon seeing me and he came running.
"Sensei," I bowed down.
"I can't believe I am seeing you, my boy. Its been years," he said
"Indeed, I have been missing the Dojo a lot during these years," I said, causing him to laugh.
"I don't doubt that," he said and gave me a look over and smirked, "You look like you've seen better days,"
"I have," I said while scratching.
We continued a pleasant conversation and he guided me around the Dojo. He introduced me to the new students and surprisingly, their eyes lit up in recognition after they heard my name. I guess I was still a big name in the Kendo community.
He also showed me the new improvements they had made in their equipment, the new space and the few winning trophies they earned in the national tournament.
"Unfortunately, we never had another champion after you. The tournament last year was close but we ended up second place," he said.
We stood in front of a shelve with a glass window. Inside were neatly arranged trophies and medals, Mine was at the very centre of the decoration and it was also the largest. I saw myself smiling in the reflection of the glass.
"So, what brings you here to my Dojo after all these years? Please don't say it is because you missed it," he said.
Truly, there was no reason why I came here. I had nothing else to do and I thought it would be a good pass time to visit here and relive old memories.
"it wa-" I passed mid-sentence as an idea suddenly came to mind. I took a few more seconds of silence to ponder on the idea before I decided with a grin.
"Actually, I returned because I have something to show you sensei," I began in a mysterious voice.
"During the years I was away, I was travelling. You can say that during my travels I have made some...discoveries," I said.
"Hmm, like what?"
"Can we get a private room for a demonstration?" I asked and although he was confused he complied with my request
He could guess that it might be some new technique from the way I wanted to be secretive. The Dojo itself had secret sword arts after all -which by the way I copied after seeing him do once a long time ago.
"Follow me," He led me to his private training room, away from prying eyes and that was when I showed him.
"Are you ready?" I asked while feeling the weight of the shinai in my hand. It was a wooden sword used in Kendo.
"Go ahead," he shrugged, stepping away to give me space.
So I began.
I sucked in a huge amount of breath, pronouncing that action more than necessary. My chest expanded to inhumane proportions and then I exploded.
I was moving faster than the eye could see. I was a blur of action in his human eyes. Then in a second, I sliced at the wooden dimming in front of me.
*CLANK!!*
Wood met wood. It was not even my intention but the wooden dummy was cut in half by wood.
It was an impossible feat. One that was enough to knock my sensei down on his ass.
"T-That w-was...that was.." he stuttered. His eyes were shaken in absolute shock. He had never seen such extraordinary feats before, he thought it was impossible.
"That's the utilization of breathing patterns. By inhaling huge volumes of air in specific patterns and making sure to get maximum oxygen through your blood, you can achieve strength beyond human limits," I explained.
Then I faced him while he was still on the ground.
"I want to share this technique with you and I want you to pass this down to the next generation as well. I call it...."
A moment of suspense
"Steroid Breathing,"
Of course, I was not stupid enough to share one of the five major breathing techniques but Steroid Breathing was my own creation. And it was not OP enough for me to care if others got their hands on it.
He straightened his posture on the ground and kneeled in front of me like a student reversing our position
"Please teach me, Sensei,"
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And so the legacy of Steroid Breathing continued.
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Author : I don't know if you remember but Seiji always entertained the idea of exposing the demons and demon slayers to the public, Consider this a step towards that.
I want people to know of what went down, especially during the modern times. They would survive in a way more than just Zenitsu's story
Comments
Martin Lervoll
Makes sense, I like it.
