The Multiverse Voyager

Hello everyone, before we start I would like to clarify this story will be posted on both Wattpad and Fanfiction

"Person speaking"

"Person thinking"

"Other Entity speech"

"Other Entity thoughts"

"Attacks"

[{Chapter Start}]

In the city of Tokyo, the soft glow of moonlight bathed a small house, its warm interior illuminated by lanterns. The crickets chirped outside in the background as the aroma of herbal tea filled the room. A young girl, no older than seven, skipped into the room, clutching a crumpled piece of paper in her small hands.

"Papa! Look what I made for you!" she said holding up a small paper, her excitement lighting up the cozy space.

A young man seated at the low table set aside the book he had been reading. His expression was calm, almost comforting, as he leaned forward to take the drawing from her hands. Dressed sharply yet modestly, he exuded an aura of simplicity and authority.

The drawing was simple—a house with a small stick-figure family. A man, a woman, and a little girl holding both their hands beneath a moon surrounded by stars. 

"It's beautiful," the man said smiling as he returned the drawing to his daughter. "You've captured us perfectly."

The girl beamed, her face lighting up as she clapped her hands. "Mama said I should show you first!"

Right on cue, a woman entered, carrying a tray with a pot of tea and cups. Her movements were graceful, her smile tender as she glanced at her husband. "She's been working on that all evening," she said with a chuckle. "Maybe she'll be a painter one day."

The man's smile deepened as he looked at his daughter ruffling her head. "She's already on her way." The girl tugged at his sleeve, her eyes bright with excitement. "Can I go show my friends now, Papa?"

"I'm sorry, but it's too late in the night for you to go out alone." The man said, shaking his head. "Perhaps tomorrow?"

"Okay!" she chirped, dashing out of the room. The couple smiled warmly, seeing their daughter happily skip out of the room as she closed the door behind her. The man then turned back towards his book, resuming his research.

"You've been so kind lately," the woman remarked as she poured tea into his cup. "It's like you've become a different man."

He took the cup, his movements stopping for a second from the remark as he held the tea to his mouth. "People can change," he replied, his tone light but reassuring.

The man set his teacup down with a soft clink, his gaze not moving from the bundle of books in front of him. The woman reached for his hand, holding it gently as she sat down beside him."She adores you," she murmured, her voice filled with affection.

He didn't respond immediately as his gaze shifted slightly toward a corner of the room, where the shadows seemed to unnaturally thicken. There was a faint rustle making the atmosphere in the room grow heavy. The woman's expression froze, her body stiffening as her eyes glazed over, her hand falling limp in his grasp.

From the shadows emerged a figure—a demon. Its form was grotesque, its posture hunched as if crushed by fear. Yellowed eyes darted nervously as it lowered its head.

"My lord," it whispered."I bring news."

The man—Muzan Kibutsuji—leaned back in his seat, the warmth in his expression vanishing like smoke in the wind as he took out a napkin to wipe the hand that the woman was holding. "Has there been any progress?"

The demon hesitated lowering itself further down to the floor. "I'm sorry my lord but the search for the Blue Spider Lily continues. We haven't found any such flowers, and even if we did, that flower only grows during the day."

"Is that so?" Muzan asked, his tone devoid of emotion."You are aware that this news dictates your life right?"

"I.." the demon stammered, trembling under Muzan's gaze. "There's something else… A demon near the forest edge of the abandoned mountain has been causing trouble. It doesn't harm humans. Instead, it hunts other demons."

Muzan's eyes narrowed, though his expression remained impassive. "And you thought this warranted my attention? Did you believe giving me some unimportant news will spare your life?"

"I—I thought you should know, Master," the demon stuttered.

Muzan's gaze turned icy. "Not only do you fail to deliver the news I expected, but you dare believe your thoughts matter to me? Your thoughts are irrelevant." He waved his hand dismissively. "Focus on the lilies. Ensure nothing interferes with their growth."

The demon bowed deeply, retreating into the shadows with hurried, scraping movements.

Muzan sat in silence for a moment, his crimson eyes lingering on the place where the demon had disappeared. His attention shifted to the woman beside him, still frozen. For a fleeting moment, he pondered her usefulness before shaking his head.

Then, with a faint, cold smile, he picked up his teacup once more. The masquerade continued, and for now, that was all that mattered.

Sweat dripped from my chin as I crouched low, every muscle in my body coiled like a spring. My body was completely drenched in blood as I injected myself with another medical stim. I panted as I shakily stood up from the ground.

"Move," Sabito barked, his voice sharp as one of the blades. "If you hesitate, you'll bleed. If you're careless, you'll lose more than skin."

In front of me lay an obstacle course personally prepared by Sabito. I have no idea where this came from. All Sabito did was make the area extremely foggy, and when the fog cleared, there was suddenly a giant training course in front of me.

Since when could ghosts do something like this? Fucking Bullshit.

The obstacle course was extremely thin, with very tight spaces to move through. As if that wasn't difficult enough, the entire course was covered in extremely small needles. Even the smallest misstep could lead me to be punctured by one of the needles.

The obstacle course had six sections, each section had three different pre-saved templates which were selected from randomly. I have gone through all six sections three times.

The first section required crawling under a criss-cross of steel wires, just like military training except for the fact that each metal wire was tipped with razor-sharp points. The space was so tight that even my chest elevating whenever I breath took too much space. One wrong move here and I'd leave chunks of skin behind.

Beyond the crawlspace was a suspended platform balanced on a tiny pointy log littered with rolling stones. I stepped on the rolling stones cautiously, carefully balancing myself on them while the platform tilted violently with my weight. A blade swished through the air above, narrowly missing my head as I ducked lower.

I gritted my teeth, diving beneath a low-hanging blade. The mask over my face fogged slightly, making the dim light even harder to navigate. Still, I pressed on, relying on instinct rather than sight. My movements grew less rigid, my body adapting to the course's demands

Next came a series of vertical poles set into a narrow gap. The poles were loosely fitted and spun as I grabbed onto them. As if that wasn't tough enough, their surfaces were coated with oil. My muscles burned as I swung from one to the next, avoiding the spikes embedded in the walls that flanked me on either side.

The spinning log came after. It was a giant tree log wrapped in humongous blades. Sabito waited for me beneath the log and upon sensing my arrival, began spinning the log.It rotated wildly, leaving just enough room to leap over or duck under the jagged edges. Missing a jump here could very well lead to my body being chopped up into small pieces.

The most brutal section awaited beyond—a narrow, pitch-black tunnel. The walls were coated with extremely tiny blades, rendering them invisible in the dark. Sabito on the other side randomly threw a few blades at me. I had no choice but to catch them with my hands, any movement like dodging would cut me up in multiple places.

Focus, I thought. Feel the rhythm of your breathing. Water flows—no hesitation, no resistance.

The final challenge was a gauntlet of swinging pendulums. Each pendulum carried multiple blades, their arcs overlapping in a deadly rhythm. I darted forward, narrowly sidestepping one blade only to duck under another. My heart pounded as I rolled through the last stretch, a pendulum's edge grazing the back of my shirt.

By the time I stumbled out of the final stretch, my arms and legs bore a few shallow cuts, but my breathing remained steady. Sabito was waiting at the exit, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed.

"Not bad," he said. "For a beginner."

I collapsed onto the grass, my chest heaving. "You've been calling me that for days now."

"That's because you haven't proven me wrong," he retorted, tossing me a water flask. I caught it clumsily, the fatigue setting in. "Until you can clear the course without a scratch, you're still just a clumsy rock."

Since Sabito appeared, my days had fallen into a grueling rhythm. Mornings began with this accursed course, which I would come out of with scars every time, but they reduced each time I cleared the course. By midday, we'd move on to sparring, my wooden sword clashing against Sabito's with a relentless rhythm.

The sparring sessions were…humbling. Sabito moved with grace I couldn't hope to match yet. He exploited every mistake, every lapse in focus, and each session ended with me flat on my back, staring up at the sky.

"And since the last few days, we have been only sparring," I thought as I absently rubbed the latest bruise on my arm. Each time, I think I've caught up, but he's always one step ahead.

BUT NOT TODAY

"I AM WATER" I screamed, making Sabito flinch and rub his ears.

I yanked off the mask covering my face, yeeting it into Sabito's face. My body had already begun to adapt, the rhythm of Water Breathing flowing instinctively through me as I dashed toward the course. This time would be different. No hesitation. No resistance. Just flow.

The obstacle course loomed ahead, but for the first time, I wasn't intimidated. I wasn't thinking of the blades, the tight spaces, or the pendulums. I was thinking of motion—fluid, relentless motion. Water doesn't stop to consider obstacles; it moves around them, over them, through them. So would I.

Sabito leaned against a tree at the course's edge rubbing a red spot on his forehead, watching with his usual unreadable expression. "Whenever you're done daydreaming," he called, "there's a course waiting."

I didn't answer. Words wouldn't prove anything. I took one deep breath, and then I moved.

The first stretch was narrow, jagged walls pressing in from either side. I slid into the space, letting my body twist and contort naturally. This time, I didn't fight the tightness. Instead, I flowed through it, letting my limbs curve to avoid the sharp protrusions. When a blade spun suddenly toward me, I ducked instinctively, my breath guiding me to time the movement perfectly. I was through the passage in seconds, untouched.

The next obstacle was a spinning log covered in spikes. It rolled over a thin wooden beam suspended above a shallow trench of jagged stones. Before, I had hesitated here, trying to think my way across. Not today. I leapt onto the beam, my feet finding balance in the heartbeat of the motion. I lunged toward the log, landing on it with a lightness that surprised even me. My feet adjusted instinctively to its rotation, and I darted forward, springing to the other side before it could pick up speed.

A forest of swinging pendulums came next, each blade gleaming wickedly in the muted light. They swayed unpredictably, crisscrossing in chaotic patterns. My first attempts at this section had been laughable—I'd tried to memorize the rhythm and ended up sprawled on the ground more often than not.

This time, I didn't overthink. I moved, my breathing syncing with the pendulums' movements. As one blade whooshed past my face, I ducked and darted forward, sliding between two converging arcs. My body twisted as another pendulum came from above, my momentum carrying me clear of its edge. The last blade scraped the air behind me as I rolled out of the forest, unscathed.

The final stretch was the most brutal. A series of tight tunnels, each smaller than the last, filled with retractable spikes that emerged randomly from the walls. Crawling through had always been a slow, agonizing process, my body fighting every movement. But now, I moved like water, fluid and precise. My hands found the walls with ease, guiding my body through the jagged openings. When the spikes hissed out from the walls, I'd already shifted my weight, gliding past them without pause.

When I emerged at the end of the course, I was breathing hard but uninjured. My arms and legs, so often streaked with blood and dirt, were clean save for old scars. For the first time, I'd completed the course without a single misstep.

Sabito was standing now, arms crossed, his face unreadable. "Finally," he said, though his tone betrayed the faintest hint of approval.

I dropped to one knee, catching my breath. "I told you," I panted. "I'm water."

Sabito walked closer, tilting his head slightly. "You're not water yet," he said with a smirk. "But maybe… maybe you're starting to understand it."

"Here Brat"

Sabito tossed me a wooden blade as he unsheate his own blade.his wooden sword resting easily in one hand. The calmness in his stance was unnerving.

"Think you're ready?" he asked.

I gripped my own weapon tightly, feeling its weight as an extension of my body. The sweat on my palms had dried, and my breathing was steady. "More than ready," I replied, stepping into my stance.

Without another word, Sabito moved. His first strike was swift, a blur of motion that aimed directly at my shoulder. I easily deflected it, the force of the clash reverberating through my arms and launching Sabito back. He didn't let up swinging around a wisteria tree with his momentum and launching himself at me with a flurry of blows that demanded every ounce of focus I had to block or evade.

You're stronger and faster than me" Sabito said, "but, you're too predictable," he said, stepping back and feinting to my left before sweeping toward my exposed flank.

I countered with a sidestep, angling my blade upward to deflect his strike and pushing forward to close the distance. This wasn't like before. My movements weren't desperate or frantic. I could see his attacks, anticipate the openings, and flow into the counterattacks, slamming the hilt of my sword in his gut flinging him through a couple of trees.

He lunged, his blade cutting through the air with terrifying speed. This time, I didn't block. Instead, I pivoted, letting his momentum carry him past me as I brought my sword around in a swift arc aimed at his side. He twisted at the last moment, our blades colliding with a resounding crack.

The clash sent both of us skidding back, but I refused to let up. I surged forward, my strikes relentless and flowing like water. For every block he made, I was already moving to strike again, shifting angles, testing his defenses. My breath synchronized with my movements, each inhale and exhale fueling the rhythm of my attacks.

For the first time, Sabito's footing faltered. It was a subtle thing, a half-step too slow, but I saw it. I pressed the advantage, my blade slashing down with all the strength I could muster. He raised his sword to block, but was unable to.

I sliced through his sword.

The mask on his face split in two and for the first time his eyes met mine, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "Well done," he said quietly.

Then, as if carried away by the wind, Sabito vanished.

I blinked, my weapon still raised, as the world around me seemed to ripple. The mist cleared, and there it was—the boulder. The massive, unyielding rock I had trained against for so long. It was no longer whole.

A clean, perfect cut ran through its center, splitting it in half. And that too with a wooden blade instead of a metal one that Tanjiro used.

I lowered my sword, staring at the boulder in disbelief. My chest heaved, not from exhaustion, but from the weight of realization. I had done it.

Sabito's voice echoed faintly in the clearing, though his form was nowhere to be seen. "You've earned your next step. Don't waste it."

I stood there in silence, the cool breeze brushing against my face, the sound of the sliced boulder settling into the earth behind me. I then looked at the sword in my hand and then looked at the Wisteria trees behind me.

I grinned. Time to face that forest demon again.