Ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔ ||Tomioka Giyuu X OC||

Twenty-Fifth.

"You are unbelievable," he glared to the woman in front of him.

"I am only taking the middle way for both of us. We can stay chit chatting you know. Enjoying ourselves with a cup of tea and the nature's blessing, don't you think?" She smiled warmly to him.

He stared at the woman in doubt. "Don't you feel any rage on people's that I have taken their life's for? I made the suffer," he asked.

The smile on her face disappeared. She think for a bit, and then releasing a chuckle. "Now you asking me about other people's feeling, you are actually feel bad of them don't you?"

She dodged from his attack. He launched full attack speed and strength towards her, but those attacks of him never touch her clothes, let alone her skin. "To answer your question," she stepped out from the mess that she created and appeared behind him, "I do feel angry." He scoffed at her answer.

"But," she stare at his cat red eyes, "when I saw you for the first time, my feeling is still the same until now. I pity you," she said with a smile.

He clicked his tounge. "And what exactly that you are pitied me with? I am strong! I am immortal! There's nothing in myself that you could pitied me with!" He exclaimed.

"Have you ever feel lonely, Muzan? To not have anyone knows your trouble?" He widened his eyes. "To be strongest in your own hierarchy must be tiring and lonely, yet you have no one to talk to, therefore, I pitied you," she said.

'This wench!' He raged up and striking her with dozens of attacks, yet she dodged easily, remaining unscratched. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!! What do you know about me!?? Lonely!? HA! That's what the weak is struggling from! I have visions! I have a purpose!!"

She dodged his attacks and shattered them into pieces.

Nature Breath: Third Form; Swirling Wind, Improved.

She created a massive amount of sharp winds around her that destroyed all of his attacks. She landed gracefully on the ground. Preparing her stances, she dashed towards the demon and stabbed her swords in his neck, but she cannot do anything more. Her sword stuck in his neck.

"And your purpose is to remain being the strongest. Even though how many humans that you killed, how many demons that you have, you are walking in a loop. You are walking in a constant pace, trailing your own footsteps and ended up in the same place all over again, is that what you wanted?" Her pink orbs stare deeply at his bloody red eyes. The hue that are similar but not the same. She is lighter and he is darker, but their hue is still the same.

He stopped as he get hypnotized by those lighter hues of orbs. They stucked in a position where they can't move any further.

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Hanabi jolted awake from her slumber. She heavily panting, awake from her dream. 'What was that!? That woman looks the same as me, her pink eyes are the same as mine, the difference between us is that her hair is white.' She hold her head as she try to remember her dream again. 'Is this a memory? My ancestor's memories?'

She can't sleep afterwards, so she try to look up into her ancestors. Truthfully, she haven't look up into her ancestors because that means she needs to look into her mother, but she doesn't care now. It's still early noon now. She just get back from her mission and she was trying to get some sleep, but her dream is disturbing her, and she can't have a proper sleep after her dream. She climbed to the hills where her mother's house was and entered her house. The house is protected by wisteria flowers, that's why there's no demon that will get nearby.