Damn it all. That bastard Flame Hashira brought you to the brink and yet he spared your life. It was... Infuriating. You couldn't bear to face Lord Muzan with the news that your mission failed. Damn that Hashira. Damn him! Damn him! DAMN HIM!

With a furious roar, you aim your fist to strike a tree with all the might you can muster; unfortunately, it didn't land. You open your eyes and see the smiling face of that damn Flame Hashira, your fist cradled in his open palm

"Hello, Akaza!"

Rengoku booms, his tone lacking any usual malice when regarding someone who tried to kill him recently. It was annoying. You'd rather be decapitated. You sigh and slowly lower your fist, taking a few steps away from him toward the cave you have been hiding in for the past couple of days

"I brought you some food. I know it's not the same as humans, but I hope it is tasty enough."

Rengoku offered out a wrapped white package. It smelled like cooked pork; a lot of it. The Flame Hashira was right. It wasn't the same, but it did smell good