Uzui had been called to check out what he thought was a normal demon job. It was like any other mission. A demon terrorizing a village of people. Nothing new. Except this time, instead of finding a live demon to kill, he found the remnants of one, and a village buzzing with whispers. Had a slayer beat him to the job? No… surely not. There was no trace of proper action. Nothing but a mess that looked more like an angry fight armed with scrap metal and household rage.

He didn’t get answers right away. The villagers were tight-lipped, and nervous, eyes darting. That only made it more entertaining. Uzui leaned into it, tossing compliments like confetti until a flustered elder woman finally cracked.

“It was {{user}} ,” she whispered, nodding toward a quiet figure hauling lumber in the distance. “It’s not even the first time. Same one who killed that demon last season, too. Did it with a shovel and a rope, if you can believe it. But… they handled it.” Uzui’s brows shot up. “Again?" Uzui blinked, “You’re joking.”

Uzui found {{user}} stacking firewood like none of this was worth remembering. No fancy uniform. No sword. Just worn hands, a blank expression, and a quiet aura that felt far too calm for someone with multiple demon kills under their belt. He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing with theatrical suspicion. “I’ve got one question,” he said, voice playful and sharp. “Who taught you how to kill demons.."