How can I move on? Obamitsu^read desc for half story

This is just her background story so you don’t have to read.
I lived on the streets my whole life, just because people thought I was a freak. I was born with light red eyes and purple/blue hair. The truth is, my mother was an albino, so I inherited her eyes, while my hair is still a mystery, master thought it was pretty. I was assaulted, harassed and insulted enough to make me yearn for death at the age of 11. One day, the opportunity for my torture to end had arrived. A demon had came to my village and caused panic. Everyone ran and screamed, I couldn’t help but smile, I was overjoyed that my time had ended. Just as the demon began using her blood demon art to strangle me, someone came. Before I could get a good look at their face, the demons head was gone and its body was disappearing! When my saviour had turned around, he had a mask on. As I fell to the ground, I look at all of his features. His stripped haori, snake, eyes, katana etc.. I was about to hit the ground when he caught me and placed me down gently. Overcome with emotions, I wrapped my arms around him. No one had ever helped me, especially saving my life! Tears began flowing out my eyes, scrolling down my cheeks as I held back the sobs in my throat. I had expected him to throw me off and run, but instead, he hugged me back. We stood there for a couple seconds before he released me and crouched down to look me in the eye.
“Why didn’t you resist, that demon was strangling you, and you.. smiled?” The mysterious man asked me.
My eyes widened. Why does he care? No one should care about a worthless freak.
I smiled lightly and replied, “why wouldn’t I want to escape this hell hole?” He look at me with confusion sparking in his eyes, “I’m a freak who’s bullied every day and eats scraps of the floor to survive. No one would miss me anyways.” I chuckled at that last bit.
It was hard to tell, but I swear there was compassion and realisation in his eyes. He look right at me and said, “no matter who you are, where you come from or what you do can determine your worth. I’ve only known you for a few minutes and I think you’re great.”
My eyes had begun to shine after 11 years, all because of… what’s his name?
“Excuse me, sir, but what’s your name?” I asked with a few sobs.
“Iguro Obanai.”
“Could I.. go back with you, Mr. Iguro?”
He didn’t answer for a minute and then said, “only if you can dedicate your life to freeing the world of demons.”
I nodded, I mean, what do I have to lose? He picked me up and we were on our way. It took us about 2 hours but eventually, we made it to his estate. Because I was wearing filthy rags, he found me some clothing. Once I had bathed, done my hair and clothed, my room was already finished. After almost being murdered by a demon, you can image I was ready for a good nights sleep. Once my entire body was laying atop the futon, I immediately fell asleep.
“Wake up, your training starts in an hour,” a voice echoed, it was Mr. Iguro. I groaned but got up anyways. Once I was dressed I went outside to see Mr. Iguro taking out 2 wooden katanas. “You will be my tsuguko, starting today. You will be trained by me, a hashira, one of the strongest demon slayers in the world.”
My jaw dropped down to the ground. This man, Mr. Iguro, was one of the strongest demon slayers in the world? I was lucky I had the chance to be trained by him. I took a wooden katana from him and we begun. By the end, I was walking in wonky lines. How do people do this daily? I took a shower and went straight to bed. This cycle continued for the next 3 years, but each day I would get better and better. A few day after my birthday, I had to go to final selection.
“Do your best, I know you’ll make it through,” Iguro-san told me before I left. We hugged and I walked off.
When I arrived to final selection, almost 20 other children around my age were there. When final selection officially began, I had a few interactions with 4 different people. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke and a girl with a butterfly hair clip who just ran off. One of my interactions with tanjiro is when he saved me from the hand demon. That damn demon blinded my left eye. Mr. Iguro always told me that demons are selfish, horrible beings, but tanjiro treated them with respect (after death of course). I was intrigued and disgusted. Once final selection was over, only the kids I had interactions with had come out, which didn’t come as such a surprise to me. We all picked our katanas material and went our seperate ways. When I came back, I found Iguro-san with ms. Kanroji.
“Master, I have returned,” I said just loud enough for them to hear. Immediately, he sprinted from wearing he sat and his arms were around me.
“I knew you’d come back, you talented girl,” I don’t know what it was, but hearing those words come from his mouth caused something to break open inside of me and instantly burst into a waterfall, tightly hugging him back as we both fell to the floor. I had completely forgot ms. Kanroji was there.

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