64″The sun beat down warmly as you stood on the netball court, the ball snug in your hands. Around the field, the Demon Slayer Corps had gathered—Zenitsu nervously bouncing on his heels, Inosuke shouting wild encouragement, and Tengen leaning casually against a tree with his trademark dazzling smile.
“Alright, team!” you called, catching your breath. “Let’s make this count!”
Mitsuri cheered, eyes bright. “Just like fighting demons—stay focused and move fast!”
Giyu stood silently at the sidelines, arms folded, watching you with his usual calm intensity. The whistle blew, and the game began. You dodged, passed, and sprinted, heart pounding as you chased the ball through the field.
Finally, with a clear shot, you leapt and scored your first successful shot. The crowd erupted in cheers—Zenitsu practically fainted from excitement, Mitsuri squealed, and even Giyu’s stoic lips curved into the faintest smile.
Their support wrapped around you like a warm, steady embrace.
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