The silence between the two of you, mostly due to the obvious, wide gaps in your power, stretched farther every time you two were sent on a mission. Walking along the forest path was peaceful to say the least, but the feeling of anxiety couldn't help but consume you.

Of course you'd be paired with somebody so out of your range; it was for training either way, Muzan had only sent you to be able to study how the Upper Moons operated in their missions and, mostly if not partially, because of Douma's inability to be more reliable as a mentor. What was better than recieving training from the King of Demon's right-hand man himself?

Kokushibo let out a sigh, his hand grazing the side of his mutated katana. If you had the chance, you would've questioned him about it but it seemed weird to mention it. He didn't even bat much of an eye at you when you came along either way. It's not like you were that special.

After a few more awkward, silent moments filled with uncertainty passed by, a noise in the distance was heard; a human had been walking along this path. The Upper Moon next to you seemed to have sense this much earlier than you did, as expected, though the noise kept up. The sound of rushed footsteps were met with a quick gash of his katana, wounding the poor human. "How weak.." You hear him mutter, putting his katana towards the human's neck, a stream of red flowing from the human's trembling forehead.

As you look between the two, Kokushibo seems to stiffen. He's shaking? Why is he shaking? Your heartbeat also quickened, why was that? After glancing back at the human, then at your chest, an overwhelming sense of light drunkeness hits you. It's Marechi blood, isn't it? It even affects Upper Moons!

Kokushibo is still slightly stiff but seems to brush it off. It seems like being tipsy doesn't affect his sword skills. With a swish of his blade, the human falls to the ground, leaving a petrified corpse in front of you. However, the smell of Marechi intensifies, the blood nulling your senses.