Comeback Arc

The Comeback Arc is a Chapter from the Demon Slayer: The Eight Generation fanfiction

## Chapters

### Peace... ?

Uchiya Hiroshi, Etsuko Alphirama, Kensuke Kuromi, and Rinto Homura were strolling through the streets of Tokyo, enjoying each other's company like any typical group of young friends. They chatted and laughed, oblivious to the impending terror. Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the tranquility of their surroundings, causing them to stop in their tracks. Uchiya scanned the area and his eyes settled on a horrifying sight—a woman being attacked by a mysterious man. Without a moment's hesitation, Uchiya shouted to his friends, "Oh, shit! Run!" The group swiftly followed Uchiya's lead, seeking refuge in a nearby building. They huddled together, their hearts pounding, as the sounds of screams, pleas, and death reverberated throughout the city. They were now trapped in the midst of the Tokyo Massacre. For hours, they remained hidden, their senses overwhelmed by the chaos outside. The demons unleashed their carnage upon the city, leaving behind a trail of fear, lifeless bodies, and blood. The reality of what they had witnessed was almost incomprehensible. After a few minutes of eerie silence, Rinto, trembling with fear and disbelief, finally mustered the courage to speak, his voice filled with uncertainty, "A-Are we... alive?" The proximity to death had shaken him to the core. Kensuke, attempting to maintain a composed demeanor, responded, "Yeah, it's hard to believe we made it out of there. Let's find a way out of this place..." As the friend group cautiously emerged from their hiding place, their eyes fell upon a peculiar sight—a small contingent of individuals dressed in distinctive uniforms adorned with katanas. Intrigued by these enigmatic figures, Etsuko couldn't contain her curiosity and approached them, her voice filled with bewilderment, "Whoa, hold on. Who are you?" The man before them introduced himself as a Demon Slayer, a name that instantly struck a chord with the friends. They had heard tales of these formidable warriors, whispered stories that conveyed their incredible feats and the hope they brought to a world plagued by demons. The more the man spoke, the clearer it became that the Demon Slayer Corps represented a powerful force against the darkness that had engulfed Tokyo. Without hesitation, the friends eagerly inquired about joining the ranks of the Corps. The man, recognizing their determination, informed them that to become Demon Slayers, they must undergo rigorous training and master a unique breathing style. This was a vital aspect of their combat prowess. Intrigued yet unfamiliar with such techniques, the friends listened intently as the man expounded upon the intricacies of breathing styles and their importance in battling the demons. Filled with a renewed sense of purpose and hope, the friends felt a surge of joy within them. They envisioned themselves mastering these techniques, wielding their blades with precision, and avenging the thousands of lives claimed by the merciless demons. Determined and united, they eagerly embraced the path that lay before them, ready to face their fears and become the heroes their city desperately needed.

### Mercy never Spares.

After several days of grueling training, the friend group found themselves making their way back to a modest motel. Their bodies ached from the rigorous exercises, but their spirits were high, driven by their aspiration to become formidable Demon Slayers. As they traversed through a dense forest, an unsettling sensation washed over them—an eerie presence lingering in the air, as if someone were silently observing their every move. Instantly, they unsheathed their swords, prepared to face whatever awaited them within the vegetation. With swift and coordinated strikes, they attacked the surrounding greenery, their blades slicing through the air with precision. Etsuko's blade found its mark, connecting with the presence they had sensed. A chilling scream erupted from the wounded creature as Etsuko swiftly withdrew her weapon. To their surprise, the demon, now in a pitiful state, began pleading for mercy. Touched by a momentary surge of compassion, they chose to spare the creature and proceeded to walk away. However, their respite was short-lived. Without warning, the sound of a sharp slash pierced the air from behind. Turning around, they were met with the sight of the demon slain by a fellow Demon Slayer, who now stared intently at the group. The Slayer's voice carried a foreboding command, "You, you are coming with me." A strange sense of fear gripped the friend group, and instinctively, they fled as fast as their legs could carry them. But their efforts were in vain, as the relentless Slayer swiftly closed the distance between them, rendering them unconscious with a single strike. When Uchiya Hiroshi, Etsuko Alphirama, Kensuke Kuromi, and Rinto Homura regained consciousness, they found themselves in a dimly lit room. The air was heavy with tension as they realized they were surrounded by seasoned Demon Slayers, all wearing stern expressions on their faces. The group exchanged worried glances, unsure of what fate awaited them. A tall figure emerged from the shadows, his presence exuding authority. It was the Master of the Demon Slayer Corps, known for his strict demeanor and unmatched skill. He observed the newcomers with a discerning gaze, assessing their potential. "You have demonstrated promise, young ones," the Master began, his voice commanding attention. "But potential alone is not enough to survive in this world. I have brought you here to test your mettle, to determine if you are worthy of joining our ranks." Uchiya Hiroshi, the aspiring flower-breathing swordsman, took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. He understood the gravity of the situation and knew this was his chance to prove himself. With a determined look in his eyes, he vowed to showcase his mastery over the elegant and precise techniques of the flower breathing style. Etsuko Alphirama, having chosen the path of the wolf breathing style, felt the primal instincts within his stir. His training had honed her senses, allowing him to tap into his inner ferocity. He was ready to unleash her wrath upon any demon that dared to challenge him. Kensuke Kuromi, the follower of the Weather Breathing style, felt a surge of excitement. The art of manipulating weather patterns resonated deeply with his affinity for nature. With a mix of anticipation and confidence, he was eager to demonstrate the devastating power of his elemental attacks. Rinto Homura, the practitioner of the Ice Breathing style, focused on channeling his inner calm. The icy chill within his veins mirrored the determination that burned in his heart. He was prepared to freeze his foes in their tracks, showcasing the relentless and unforgiving nature of his chosen style. The Master raised his hand, and the room fell into silence. "Show me what you have learned," he said, his voice echoing with authority. "Prove to me that you have what it takes to protect humanity from the demons that plague our world." In unison, Uchiya Hiroshi, Etsuko Alphirama, Kensuke Kuromi, and Rinto Homura stepped forward, each ready to unleash their unique breathing styles. The room trembled as petals danced through the air, primal howls echoed, thunder roared, and frost covered the ground. The friend group fought with unwavering determination, pushing their bodies and skills to the limit. Their movements were a symphony of power, grace, and lethal precision. Their attacks showcased the fruits of their arduous training, leaving the Master and the surrounding Demon Slayers in awe. The room became a battlefield, but it was clear that these young warriors possessed extraordinary potential. As the battle reached its climax, the Master raised his hand once again, signaling for them to stop. The room fell into silence, the air heavy with anticipation. The Master's expression softened, a glimmer of approval shining in his eyes. "You have proven yourselves," he said, his voice carrying a note of respect. "Welcome to the ranks of the Demon Slayer Corps. Your journey is far from over, but I have faith that you will grow into formidable warriors. May your breathing styles guide you in the fight against the demons that threaten our world." With those words, the Master extended his hand, offering his guidance and support. Uchiya Hiroshi, Etsuko Alphirama, Kensuke Kuromi, and Rinto Homura exchanged glances, a mixture of relief and determination etched on their faces. They had passed the trial, earned their place among the elite Demon Slayers, and now their true journey was about to begin.