Demon Slayer : LEveLing uP

[Level - 20]

Unlike the previous floors, the demons on the fifth floor were all on the same level - 20, according to system.

I can't save anyone!?

The thought keeps hammering at me, relentless and unforgiving. It's like a bad dream I can't wake up from. The sight of the family, the echo of the demon's laughter—it all twists inside me, a knot of guilt and despair. Why do I keep failing? Why can't I protect anyone, no matter how hard I try?

My heart feels heavy, as if it's dragging me down with every beat. The faces of those I couldn't save flash before me, each one a reminder of my inadequacy. Am I really just fooling myself, thinking I can make a difference? The demon's words cut deep, feeding into the doubts that have always lingered in the back of my mind.

I think back to every moment I hesitated, every crucial second lost. Each failure replays in my head like a broken record, a constant reminder of what I lack. I've promised myself so many times that I'd do better, be better. But here I am, facing the same doubts, the same failures, over and over again.

It feels like I'm trapped in a cycle of disappointment, chasing a goal that keeps slipping further away. Every demon, every challenge, seems to mock me, highlighting my flaws and shortcomings.

I wonder if I'm truly cut out for this, if I'll ever be able to protect those who need me. The doubt is suffocating, wrapping around me like a cold, unyielding fog.

The demons, all level 20, began their assault, their movements swift and coordinated. I was still caught in my thoughts, the weight of my failures pressing down on me, making it hard to focus. I stumbled backward, barely managing to dodge a swipe aimed at my head. My body reacted instinctively, moving on autopilot even as my mind was lost in the fog of doubt.

But the attacks kept coming, relentless and unyielding. I ducked under a clawed hand, narrowly avoiding another blow. Each dodge was a reminder of how close I was to failure, how fragile my grip on success truly was. I could feel the heat of their breath, the malice in their eyes, and all I could think was: Why am I not strong enough?

The guilt and despair twisted tighter, but beneath it, something else started to stir. Each near miss, each reminder of my inadequacy, began to fuel a different emotion—a simmering anger. It was anger at the demons, at myself, at the universe that seemed determined to prove I wasn't good enough.

The faces of the family flashed before me again, their cries mingling with the demon's taunting laughter. My heart pounded, each beat echoing with frustration and rage. Why couldn't I protect them? Why was I always a step behind, always too late?

The anger built, rising like a tide, threatening to drown out everything else. I was angry at the demons for their cruelty, angry at myself for my failures, and most of all, angry at the world for putting me in this position. Each dodge became sharper, more precise, fueled by the growing fire within me.

I could feel it boiling over, a heat that burned away the doubt and despair, leaving only the raw, unyielding anger. It demanded action, which, "Why me !?"

The demons circled around me, their eyes glinting with malice, their movements synchronized and deliberate. Each one was a level 20 adversary, and though individually they might not have been overwhelming, together they presented a formidable challenge. My heart thudded in my chest, a relentless drumbeat underscoring the cacophony of doubt and anger swirling in my mind.

I tightened my grip on my weapon, trying to shake off the fog of despair that clung to me. The first demon lunged, claws extended, eyes gleaming with the promise of chaos. Instinctively, I sidestepped, narrowly evading the strike. The air whistled past my ear, a reminder of how close I was to disaster.

As I pivoted, another demon came at me from the side. I swung my weapon in a wide arc.

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With the wide arc swing , Ishida was able to get the demon away from him for a bit moment, and got the time to regroup himself.

[Fatigue : 20/100]

[HP : 615/620]

Fatigue was increasing, not just because of the physical fatigue he was going through while dodging the demons in quick time, but also the mental fatigue. At this moment, his mind was completely filled with thousands of questions, And self doubt on himself.

The question, "Am I not good enough!?" Was the only thing he could at the moment, and the voice of the little child coming back to him , ringing in his ear, and then the voice of the demon that called him, "Pathetic!" Running in his mind over and over again repeatedly.

Suddenly, as he dodged one of the demons coming from the front , he was attacked by another demon approaching from the back , he didn't even realize it until it was too late, but still he was able to evasively dodge the attack which coming for his neck directly, but because of his evasiveness, the attack went past his shoulder, leaving a scratch mark there through the cloths he was wearing , as he immediately came to his sense with the shuttle pain in his shoulder, and took some steps back from the demons.

"No... No, I can't think about those things now, I have to fight," he tried to get himself back to sense , as he took his sword in front of him, the demons didn't stop their attack.

"I have to get through this, I have to get the answer," Again trying to motivate himself, he said to himself and closed his eyes , finding a bit determination out of nothing to fight back.

He blocked one of the incoming attack with his sword, "I don't know if I am pathetic or not, I don't know anything, but , I know, I can't lose here," saying these words out loud, he brought strength and pushed the demon backwards and quickly prepared for his attack , "Moon Breathing Second Form," He said, as his sword , instead of going attacking, it created a crescent shaped slashes in front of him as barrier to push back the demon attacks at the same time.

"Third Form: Loathsome Moon, Chains"

With a decisive breath, Ishida invoked "Third Form: Loathsome Moon, Chains." His sword danced through the air, creating a series of chained crescent slashes.

The crescents interlocked, forming a seamless web that spiraled outward, ensnaring two demons within its grasp. In one fluid motion, the crescents cut through them with ruthless precision, reducing them to shadows before dissipating into the air. The attack was swift, powerful, and unstoppable, marking Ishida's triumph over the adversaries.

[Enemies Defeated : 2/15]

[Fatigue : 34/100]

[HP : 610/620]