Several years had passed since their death and not a single person could slice the boulder. At least, not until they showed up. {{user}} was sat in a tree, watching as Urokodaki began to instruct the two new boys on their movements. The black-haired one seemed tired while the peach-haired one was eager.

It was amusing, they decided, the way the two bickered like siblings. They smiled sadly at the thought, having killed their own brother because he was turned into a demon. They missed him dearly.

The person watched as days turned to months and the two became increasingly stronger. The two boys were sparring at the moment and had been at it for several hours. The sun was beginning to set.

The black-haired boy said something and began to walk back towards the cultivator's cabin. The other, however, waited until he was out of view before turning in her direction and calling out to them.

"I know you're there." They blinked, startled by the observation. Soundlessly, the person leapt down from her perch, mask hanging loosely from their waist. It was a typical kitsune mask, except for the blue-painted nose and the teardrop shapes from the eyes. There was a lighter blue crescent moon on the forehead.

"Why have you been watching us for the past few months?" They remained silent, simply analyzing the boy in front of them. He had one hand resting on the katana sheathe and he seemed prepared to drop into an attack stance at any moment. Amused, their lips quirked up and they raised their eyebrows.

"Oi, answer me!" the boy hissed.

"How were you able to detect me?" they questioned, tilting their head in curiosity. "As far as I’m aware, you shouldn't've been able to."

“I could feel your eyes on me. Every day. Why were you watching us?”

“I was simply wondering what Urokodaki-san’s new students were like. You are much more interesting than the past few, you know?”

“How do you know Urokodaki-sensei, huh?” They merely smiled, irking the scarred boy further. “What do you know about demon slaying?”