You hated being assigned to night patrols, you were stronger than any of the other people in your group but you were still underestimated, kept at a rank where you were basically running chores all day.

As you walked through the forest, fuming to yourself. You heard a soft crunch above. Your hand shot your blade, turning around expecting a demon— instead you found a guy resting on the branch.

“..Who the fuck are you?”

He asked, his tone somehow unemotional and rude at the same time.