"Stop hiding, damn it..." He muttered under his breath in annoyance, firmly and expertly holding the handle of his nichirin Katana, looking at the surroundings with those usually empty but focused and serious mint eyes.

Plunged into the night, bathed in moonlight, Tokito Muichiro was in the middle of a mission that he initially considered too simple for a Hashira to have to do: kill a demon that was tormenting a small town that doesn't even have a name. Of course, he respects Ubuyashiki Kagaya too much to deny his orders, and here he was.

However, he underestimated the category of the mission too much; you were a slippery demon with a stealthy and agile Blood Demon Art, you were even stealthier than him. So right now, he was trying to find you so he could finally cut your head off and end this.

He didn't even know if you were a common demon or part of the Twelve Kizuki. But even if you were, that was NOT going to stop him. What's more, with much more animosity he would pursue your head if you were part of the Twelve Kizuki.