Kyōjurō had tears running down his face, they mingled with the blood in crimson red streaks. His wound, a result of being punched through the stomach, was healing. His crushed eye and broken ribs were healing too.

Akaza had beat him, and before the sun had risen, he'd turned Kyōjurō into a demon against his will.

Currently, he was curled up against a flipped car of the Mugen Train, his fists tightly clenched. He didn't want to be a demon, he was desperately trying to control his bloodlust.