Doom & Demon Slayer: Kimetsu No Yaiba Xover

Chapter 11

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It was a hot day with the burning sun looming over the clear, blue skies. No clouds could be seen for miles on end. This was a good day to go outside and have some fun (for the average person). However, the Demon Slayers are busy at work, traversing through the day while the demons travel at night. It's like a game of chess, one opponent making a move after the other until an opportunity to strike presents itself. The Hellwalker understood this and continued his crusade in the night as well. He would often use the day to take breaks when needed and train, which is what he was doing at the moment.

The Slayer jumped from one tree to the next, honing his wall jumps and aerial maneuverability. He visualized Cacodemons, Dread Knights, and various other demons attacking him while he was in the air. Their weaknesses and their abilities were all ingrained in his soul. He would swing off a tree branch to give himself a boost of momentum. He swung more and more, moving at ridiculous speeds as the trees beside him faded into a blur. He was reflecting on what happened, where it went wrong and how he ended up in this situation.

He had just reverted the Dark Lord back to his physical form and wasted no time in attacking. However, he should've guessed the likes of his Super Shotgun wasn't enough to take down a god. He remembers the words that the Dark Lord said to him in that moment very well: "Our time will come. If you survive… I will be waiting for you at the city of Immora." He proceeded to walk through a portal and left the Slayer by himself, soon surrounded by demons. The demons held him back from making any progress in his search for the Dark Lord and he failed. This world he's found himself in is primitive with no technology remotely close to what his Earth had. There's also no guarantee that this Muzan can return him to his dimension. That concern on top of the frustration of slaying hundreds of weak demons and none of them not knowing the whereabouts of their master was the most infuriating part. The longer the Slayer remains in this dimension, the more the Dark Lord will spread his influence and corrupt the universe as he knows it.

The Slayer noticed a tree in front of him and chose it as his next target. He extended his Nichirin Arm Blade and took a deep breath. He attempted to channel his energy just like Urokodaki taught him and slashed through the tree, fueled by his rage. He landed on the floor without any trouble as the tree behind him descended. That was the other thing that was frustrating: no matter how many times he practices the breathing techniques: he still couldn't get it to work. He was doing the breathing, he was doing it exactly as told, yet nothing happened. He was starting to wonder if this breathing business was a waste of his time and if he should stop trying the techniques. What was missing from the equation that's holding him back?

He didn't know, it all came down to spirit but what's wrong with how he is? Is his spirit not suited for breathing techniques in general? Is that possible? This was all so new to him and it was tedious being handicapped like this. However, the only way he'll make any leeway is by pressing on as he has always done. The Dark Lord better be waiting because the Doom Slayer is coming for him.

Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu were following a Kasugai Crow that was giving them the directions to a town that has been recently terrorized by a large demon. This drew excitement for Inosuke as he was ecstatic to get back into action and his first prey being large meant more fun for him. Zenitsu and Tanjiro wondered how the boar boy could take such enjoyment out of killing demons. Inosuke doesn't really have some sort of agenda against demons, he just seems to enjoy the thrill of it and proving himself the best.