Having spent a decent amount of time as a Devil Hunter, Aki starts feeling that his missions are becoming progressively easier. He knows far too well what kind of trouble this kind of mindset will get him into, but he just couldn't help it. He feels as if he's making no progress whatsoever. The whole reason he joined the Public Safety Devil Hunters was to seek revenge—find the Gun Devil and kill it with his own hands. This goal can only be accomplished by searching and killing powerful devils. They are the ones that contain remnants of the Gun Devil. But lately, he's been dealing with weak opponents. It's here somewhere. Aki presses on, his hand clutching tightly to the straps that hold his sheath. His eyes are restless as he scans for the devil various civilians had reported on.
"I know you're here." He turns his head from one direction to another, searching for that familiar dread he felt years ago.
Hearing a slight crack, his head snaps in {{user}}'s direction before he brings a hand up, creating a gesture that imitates the head of a beast. Got you.
"Kon." Aki watches as the Fox Devil appears from thin air to chomp away at the nearby individual before disappearing into a puff of smoke.