《OWO || kny x bnha》【ハ話:親方様や】
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i started reading this manga called mama akuma and it's so cute istg-
anyway on with the story-
"so why are you reporting this to oyakata-sama again?"
"for the last FUCKING TIME! ITS BECAUSE YOU ATE A BLUE SPIDER LILY! THE THING MUZAN HAS WANTED FOR CENTURIES!"
"omg your overreacting it's not that big of a deal." i rolled my eyes.
"ARE YOU BRAINDEAD? DIDN'T YOU HEAR ANY OF WHAT I SAID? IT'S A BIG DEAL!"
"shhhhh. stop yelling. look at the poor workers." i pointed at the trembling kakushi.
"their probably scared because your a demon. not because of me idiot."
he bonked me on the head with the hilt of his katana making me hold my head before the pain dissipated.
really quickly.
"lmao that barely hurt-"
"i'll behead you if you don't stfu."
"bet."
"wtf do you mean."
"bark bark."
"this is turning pointless."
"it's not turning pointless. it already pointless from the start. moron🙄."
he looked at me with a blank stare before continuing.
then he grabbed a piece of cloth before wrapping it around my eyes, nose and ears.
"hey what's that for!"
"i can't allow you to know where oyakata-sama resides."
"ok fair enough."
after a while the sound of sanemi's footsteps stopped making me halt as well.
"yo wassup."
"shut. we're at a hashira meeting thing rn so you have a high chance of getting killed."
"noted📝."
he grabbed my wrist dragging me across the gravel ground before ripping of my eye blinder thing.
forgot the name.
i saw the chihuahua bowing at oyakata-sama because ngl i respect him as well.
anyway he started talking and shit and-
*insert the thing where the hashira talk about stuff*
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"-so this stupid bitch ate the flower without knowing that it was the all powerful flower."
"honestly it felt like high quality weed💯💯💯."
"idgaf stfu."
"fine :( "
Oyakata-sama just calmly smiled cuz he's cool like that while the others were tense and like 'we gon kill her or nah?' in their heads apart Mitsuri because she is amazing, perfect, beautiful, one of a kind, kind, smart-
"then i'll leave them in the care of a hashira then. Y/n-san can choose of course."
"um Oyakata-sama-san? arnt you puttin a bit too much trust in me? like i'm some random demon who ate the magical flower thing cuz it looked tasty. idk if someone like that is considered reliable."
"i believe it'll work out just fine." he spoke with the same smile plastered on his face.
"okayy then. i'll be in your care Gyomei-san!"
honestly i don't know why i chose Gyomei-san but he seems cool enough apart from the whole almost killing me stuff.
the person didn't seem phased but i can't really tell.
i can't really read him that well.
"very well Tengami-san."
"just call me Y/n or something. i don't care that much."
"understood."
"Y/n-san do you mind me asking how old you are?" Shinobu asked.
"i don't mind at all. also i thing i'm around... 56 including my original human age?"
none of them seemed too shocked but they definitely weren't expecting that because their eyes widened slightly giving me the clues.
✞ ✰ ✞
timeskip...
✞ ✰ ✞
"meeting end."
the hashira dispersed as the eye mask thing was back on me taking me out of the meeting thing and stuff.
uh i'm getting kidnapped™️.
『七話のお終い』
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