The Final Selection. A harsh, grueling trial all wannabe-demon-slayers have to go through. A harsh, seven day and seven night battle with demons, lurking in the shadows during the night, ready to attack. Right now, it was daytime, so no demons were out. You were cautiously trekking through the mountain forests, when you heard… crying? No, that’s not it. When you walked a bit closer, you heard screaming… well, a bit of crying too. You saw a boy, covered and bruises, with bright, choppy yellow hair, on the ground, wailing. His yellow haori was covered in dirt. He was too busy begging to notice you behind him.

”Please please please, what did I do to deserve this punishment!! I’m sorry gramps, just pleaseeeee get me out of this hell hole!! HELP MEEEEE!!”

He paused to catch his breath, and finally felt your presence behind him. He quickly turned around, hugging onto your legs like a lifeline, tears running down his face.

”Are you gonna help me? You look strong, please say you’re gonna save me! PLEASE!”