Reincarnation

› thirty-four: watching eyes.

❝HER SILENCE.

never ever mistake her silence for weakness.

remember that sometimes the air stills,

before the onset of a hurricane.❞

— nikita gill.

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Entering the empty hallway, your footsteps are light as you run, following the obsidian bird flying above you.

You wonder what the paper talisman attached to her belly meant. Was it a form of protection? How would they be protected? Who are they even from? Did Oyakata-sama have the crows wear them before dying?

Questions, questions, questions…

Yet, you did not have the answer to any of them.

“Caw! You have arrived, caw!” Kemuri cried, hovering by the sliding door of a new room.

You raised your hand to your chest, hands feeling the slight thump—however, your hands couldn’t feel what was really happening.

Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your ribcage. 

And, honestly? You haven’t felt this nervous about facing a demon.

I...feel like I know who I’m about to face.

You inhaled deeply, carefully sliding open the shoji door.

As soon as you slid open the door, you spotted Tokitou—however, he was well above the floor, his shoulder impaled with his swords, and one of his hands cut off.

Oh, Amaterasu…

Your eyes shifted over to Genya, who was hiding behind the walls—his gun aimed at the demon himself.

The Upper Moon One.

Kokushibou.

The demon behind the massacre of your village.

The murderer of Mother and Grandmother.

And, the first Moon Breathing user.

You bit the insides of your cheeks, trying to ease your anger.

You couldn’t afford to mess up now—especially now that you are facing the Upper Moon One. The demon whose power is right behind Kibutsuji Muzan’s.

For now, I need to wait and find an opening…

You watched Genya as his finger hovered above the trigger, eyes narrowed towards the Upper Moon One. However, before he could even shoot at the demon, he suddenly appeared behind him.

Your eyes widened, hands flying to the sheath and the hilt of your sword.

In the bat of an eye, both of Genya’s arms were sliced, then his midsection—literally cut in half.

Yet, he didn’t die as easily as you thought—as morbid and horrible that thought was.

Oh, thank the gods. His demonic regeneration abilities are still active.

“...There is no reason to allow an imitation demon like you to live.” Kokushibou stated, his tone unchanging—still as monotone as it was before, yet it indicated anger.

Was he really angry, though? Such a disgusting being like him actually had feelings?

Yeah, right.