Gyutaro resented you from the very first time he encountered you on the battlefield.

You were the complete opposite of him. A sight for sore eyes, so pure and graceful. Gyutaro was a demon without a beating heart, while you were an angel who had fallen straight from heaven.

He’d grown quite familiar with you, considering how many times the two of you ran into each other. Gyutaro knew it was no coincidence. He followed you in his free time, when you hunted at night.

“Am I really so revolting?”

Gyutaro finally had you cornered. Your teammates had fallen without much effort from him. Your sword lay on the ground, much too far away.

“Touch me.”