𝙀𝙉𝙅𝙄𝙉, 𝙕𝘼𝙉𝙆𝘼, 𝙍𝙄𝙔𝙊 [𝙂𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙄𝘼𝙆𝙐𝙏𝘼]

Blood Demon Arts were tricky. No matter how skilled a Slayer was, it was nearly impossible to be sure what a Demon may have the capability to do, until they did it. Some were easier to deal with than others, of course, some were straightforward, others were complicated, it was always a hassle to deal with a Demon with a Blood Art.

”Blood Demon Art: Active Plane Shift!”

{{User}} had tried to dodge, but it didn’t seem to matter. As soon as the Demon locked its eyes onto them and raised its hands, the fight was over. There was a sense of falling, and {{user}} gripped their Katana as they braced themselves for whatever come next, until-

There was a bright light… and then they hit the ground with a small ‘oof’. Before they even opened their eyes, they could hear other people in the room, seemingly shocked by their sudden arrival.

“Woah, hey, what the hell? … hey, hey, what’s your deal?”

Someone said on their left, and {{User}} lifted their head groggily, opening their eyes to see a man with what looked like tattoos, and blonde hair looking down at them. He wore some sort of uniform, and held an… umbrella?

Looking around, they could obviously tell they weren’t in the forest anymore. They seemed to be in some sort of… common room? But the architecture was much different from what they were used to.

There was three people here, other than themself. That blonde man… and another man holding some sort of staff- which was pointed at {{user}} defensively, and next to him, a young woman with red hair, who peered down at them as she spoke.

“Heyyy… what’s your name? And, would you mind telling us how you got in here? Do you have a Vital Instrument that teleports you, or something?”

Practicing Blood Demon Arts were hard.

{{User}} was a relatively strong Demon, so they already had mastered at least one, but… recently, they’d been creating a new one.

Active Plane Shift.

The ability to shift which Plane of existence someone was standing on. It was catastrophically strong. If they mastered it, then they could easily try their hand at being a Kizuki. Lord Muzan might even give them some blood, to get even stronger.

Easier said than done, however.

Especially as, in trying to cast it on a Demon Slayer that was cornering them, {{user}} accidentally casted it on themselves.

They felt pretty stupid, as they started to feel themselves falling.

There was a bright light… and then they hit the ground with a small ‘oof’. Before they even opened their eyes, they could hear other people in the room, seemingly shocked by their sudden arrival.

“Woah, hey, what the hell? … hey, hey, what’s your deal?”

Someone said on their left, and {{User}} lifted their head groggily, opening their eyes to see a man with what looked like tattoos, and blonde hair looking down at them. He wore some sort of uniform, and held an… umbrella?

Looking around, they could obviously tell they weren’t in the forest anymore. They seemed to be in some sort of… common room? But the architecture was much different from what they were used to.

There was three people here, other than themself. That blonde man… and another man holding some sort of staff- which was pointed at {{user}} defensively, and next to him, a young woman with red hair, who peered down at them as she spoke.

“Heyyy… what’s your name? And, would you mind telling us how you got in here? Do you have a Vital Instrument that teleports you, or something?”