Demon Slayer Uniforms Novels & Stories

He asked looking at Alice who nodded. " First you must know the uniform code. This orange emerald green is for you." he gave me a shirt with green borders and a green skirt which comes above my knees. He gave a shirt with red borders and a fitting pant for both of the brothers. " Green for witches, red for Vamp, blue for a werewolf, black for every other species cause the queen prefers this type of code. There will be many parties in the Academy so you can choose some gowns, other dresses, and finally a photo for your ID." We all explored the whole shop to select whatever dress I like. I bought some blue gown which I admired before. There's only one floor but a variety of dresses. There's no

Observing them one by one, I took a glimpse of their faces illuminated by the light of a single chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I also catch a sight of our uniforms — the boys wear plain, cotton trousers, all of which are colored white. A black long sleeved shirt is playfully hanging over their trousers and covered with a discrete plum vest. A long tie hangs in the middle of their often un-buttoned jacket and is oddly painted with the dark side of lavender.

It was Setsuna, his childhood friend, and knight in charge of his protection. She was wearing a long, black kimono that stretched to her thighs with an armor plate covering her chest. Two arm guards of equally dark colors rested on her upper arms. A bluish-black obi was wrapped around her waist and held her assortment of Japanese-themed clothes together. Seeing her, it was like he was facing a samurai girl. Which he believed was what she tried to project herself to be. A samurai warrior. He gave a small smile to her but otherwise did not speak before facing the old woman again.

Victoria's eyes widened as another massive demon who she could only guess was Bane entered. Like Sebastian his eyes were gold in color, but darker and with deep laugh lines. Although by his stern face she wondered if the man had ever laughed in his life. A white dress shirt stretched over his broad shoulders and muscular build. She could tell it was expensive and finely tailored, despite that he had a broad sword strapped to his back. A small witch with light pink hair trailed sulkily behind him. She gave a wide eyed look at Sebastian but didn't otherwise react to his demonic form.

And as the demon finally lands a hit, his very body was torn to pieces in the air. "What!" A fading messy thought of the demon decimated in the cold air. The young girl felt ease as she saw the warrior in front of her offer his hand. "Are you alright?" The warrior asked. The young girl nodded delivering a surprise hug to the warrior. "There now, it's ok, no one's gonna hurt you anymore." A warm engulfed the young girl's cold body. The town soon calmed down as many warriors came in to aid the town. Many warriors held a conference in the middle of the town. An elegant woman stepped out wearing a warm kimono with a sword on her back. Silence immediately engulfs the group of warriors.

As Roland galloped through the streets, his elegant linen garments billowed in the breeze, offering glimpses of the sturdy chainmail and armour concealed beneath. The sight of the armour caused the citizens to widen their eyes in recognition. It was clear that Roland's attire was of the highest quality. Their assumptions were spot-on. For this particular outing, I had equipped Roland with Grade III magic chainmail and armour, meticulously refined by the system. His attire was tailor-made to complement his class as a Demonic Monk, ensuring unrestricted movement and durability in battle. "Did you see that guy? There's something about him that's just captivating. It's like my eyes are fixated o

"THIS IS... room 203-A? Ah, right." Alesteria look up from her schedule, the one Laroi gave her, as she looks up to the little sign by the door while any students are looking at her, who is wearing the academy's uniform. It looks so foreign on Alesteria, they noted. It was just a simple black uniform, with a plaid skirt and white long sleeve, a black tie, and black coat with the academy's patch sewed on the right side, pockets on each side of the coat and skirt.

Still, with half-demons, even their tongue is a weapon. I smiled politely, staring right into the eyes of the two nobles. One of them, dressed in a blue doublet, was a bit taller than the other, his face resembling a scared rat. The other was a bit shorter and plump, almost like a balloon on round legs. I bowed slightly.

His reflection greeted him in the mirror — tired eyes, defined cheekbones, a face too serious for his age. He looked to the bed, where a set of clothes waited for him. His new uniform. The colors of Caelron Academy — dark charcoal, with silver-lined seams and a deep navy sash. The fabric shimmered subtly in the light, magically reinforced but light as silk. He pulled it on slowly, piece by piece—snug, formal, and far too clean. The cloak draped over his shoulders like a symbol he hadn’t earned yet. A fresh start. That’s what they’d promised him.

Lao noticed the hellspawn demon that was approaching them. The demon was wearing a thin black cloak that revealed her green shirt and black pants. Her colorless eyes scanned the group. "What are you doing here?" Lao asked.