𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂 | 𝙺𝙽𝚈 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝙾𝚌

四十四Forty-Four四十四

Chapter Forty-Four: Wedding Plans
W/C: 1185

Miyake decided not to follow after Tanjiro as he searched with Nezuko for this mysteriously hidden weapon Kanroji told him about.

Instead, he decided to help Mitsuri with her wedding plans. Mitsuri came to get her sword touched up, but also to meet with some people in the village who specialized in fresh flowers.

"Miyake, I want to again thank you for planning that date with me and Obanai. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be getting married!" Mitsuri spoke excitedly, small tears in her already red eyes.

Miyake sighed out with a soft expression, "Please don't cry again, Mitsuri.. the more you cry, the more your pretty face turns sour. It saddens me to see you cry."

"Ah, you're right!" Mitsuri gently slapped her face, "I should be happy! Especially as I get to see the flowers that Misaka-Sama has arranged for me! Waahh, I'm even more excited now. Come on, let's hurry!"

Mitsuri grabbed a firm hold of Miyake's yukata sleeve and dragged him hurriedly along the dusted path. Miyake, used to this behavior, was stoic and held no visible emotions about the endeavor. Yet, bystanders of the two's actions marveled at the young woman's courage to dare drag the God Hashira by his clothing.

Finally, they made it to a small flower shop. While the Swordsmith village was in fact a village of smithing and such, it was still a normal village with usual stores. Mitsuri actually wanted to get her decorations from the village as well, but Obanai wanted to take control of the decorations.

All Obanai wanted Mitsuri to worry about was the flowers, the food, and her dress. Nothing more, nothing less. Mitsuri linked her arms with Miyake, bouncing on her heels as they entered the flower shop.

"Miyake! Miyake! Look at these.." Mitsuri pointed out a bouquet of Forget Me Nots, Bachelor Buttons, and weeping purple wisteria.

Miyake hummed in thought, his delicate fingers interlacing around the flimsy petals as his eyes seemed to dance along the roots, "They are pretty..." He muttered.

Mitsuri squealed when Misaka stepped out from behind the tatami doors. Misaka was a relatively tall woman, about 5'10. Misaka had gorgeous mocha brown skin with glossy dark-honey eyes, she was a healthy woman with plump curves that were accentuated by her lovely pink Kimono. Miyake found himself enamored by her short coily hair for a moment, the silkiness and the coils causing him to blink a few times. 

Miyake had never seen such a woman before, he found her skin beautiful, "Misaka-Sama?"

She smiled, the cute gap between her teeth adding to her charming personality, "Ah~ isn't it the famous God Hashira? You're pretty popular, aren't you?" Misaka spoke bluntly, her hand resting firmly on her hip.

Miyake paused for a moment before bowing deeply, highly respectfully, at the woman in front of him, "Misaka-Sama, thank you so much for making these flowers for my sister, your talent is highly appreciated."

"Ai... woreyɛ fɛwdifo...!" Misaka seemed to mutter out slowly, until she realized that she had slipped out a bit of her own native language, "Oh, my apologies." She bowed her head bashfully.

Mitsuri tilted her head, "Woah! What language was that, Misaka-Sama?"

Misaka sighed, making her way closer to the two, who still stood by the door, "It is my mother's native language. When my father was alive, he would've beaten me for speaking it, my apologies." She said, almost sorrowfully.

Mitsuri frowned, her brows deepened, "I'm so sorry! If it makes you feel any better, I thought it sounded lovely! It's amazing you know so many languages, you are very smart."

Miyake nodded, partially disappointed that her father was already dead, because he didn't get to kill the bastard himself, "What is it?"

Misaka pursed her lips, "Well... it is the language of the Empire of Ashanti, in west Africa, the Akan language. My mother was sold to a rich Japanese man, in hopes of becoming a cheap wife. My mother escaped after she killed my father and inherited his wealth. Thankfully, she decided to do well with her life and now lives back in her native land. She is doing very well with the goldfields and often visits me." She rambled, her lips moving quickly as she was nervous.

Mitsuri leaned in with much curiosity, "Wahh! Your mother is so cool!"

"That's amazing," Miyake said softly, wanting to see such a land with so much culture, "sorry for pestering. We came for Mitsuri's wedding flowers." He mentioned, shamefully rubbing the back of his neck.

Misaka was almost brought to tears by their heartwarming compassion, but she held it together for the sake of her bold nature, "I see, right. I have them ready!"

They picked up the flowers, exchanged words and talked to their messengers (Miyake's crow) to allow them to communicate later on through letters. After the flower run, Mitsuri decided that she wanted to go ahead and head back to the hot springs for a quick bath. After all, night was falling pretty quickly. Miyake, of course, agreed. Miyake was sure that Nezuko and Tanjiro would be worried sick by his long absence.

Miyake dropped off Mitsuri, allowing her to soak on her own as he wandered around outside, trying to clear his pacing thoughts. Miyake wandered around until he was a couple miles from the hot springs, but still near the village, when he heard a terrifying scream.

In a flash, Miyake was hurriedly saving a Swordsmith from a mangled and ugly looking pot. Miyake smashed the pot with his foot, shielding the trembling swordsmith with a steady blade, "Are you alright?"

"Y-Yes but... ho-how did he- isn't that..."

Miyake cursed when a pot showed up a few feet away from the previously shattered one, "Hurry- Go into town and warn the others!" Miyake fended off from weird fish attacks, making sure to protect the fleeing swordsmith as the demon slowly crawled out of the pot.

"Oh my gods, you are the ugliest motherfucker I have ever seen." Miyake grimaced, glaring at the gross and slimy looking villain, "Are you.. are you a fucking fish?"

The demon clenched his teeth and opened his displaced eyes, "Horrible! Horrible! We must hurry... we must hurry! I have no time for you, slayer!"

Miyake narrowed his eyes, upper moon 5 was here, in the secretive swordsmith village. Miyake pointed his blade at the demon with an ominous glint of something dangerous, "What are you doing here, or rather, what is your end-game?"

"It is none of your business!"

And before Miyake could bite back with something along the lines of "well aren't you the smartest villain, not telling your game plan to the hero", the demon was teleported back into the pot and hidden somewhere within the village. 

"Dammit." The sudden sound of crashing and the loud noise of thunder ringed around Miyake, his eyes traveling to see what looked like a bright lightening storm and Muichiro flying across the village.

"What the fuck..?"