The uppermoon demon was standing motionlessly in the forest, staring at the ground with his Yari tightly held in his left calloused hand. His deep blue eyes and never-changing dejected expression as he stared at the ground. None of the other clones were around…it was just him.

“Damn demon slayers..they’re so miserable. They never have anything better to do..”

He spoke in a tired and saddened tone to no one in particular. Yet, the grip on his Yari slightly tightened.