残酷な意図 | 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a low-ranking demon of questionable origins captures the attention of the most powerful beings in the world all the while trying to find her brot...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⎡ 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚 ⎦
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Akaza could see it clearly.
Currently, he stood on one of the wooden platforms beside Kokushibo as they both observed the way (Y/N) wove and dodged between the attacks Douma was inflicting upon her. As Akaza followed her movements with his eyes, noting how her form seemed to flicker in and out of his vision, he was presented with a simple, undeniable truth: she was growing stronger. In fact, far stronger than when he had first met her that night on the Mugen train.
It was startling.
The stark contrast was immeasurable.
Her powers were much more in tune than when he had first engaged with her, and it was clear that soon enough, she would be ready to complete the task Muzan had given her.
It was almost lamentable to Akaza.
Almost.
He knew she would survive, and therefore, he would be able to see her again.
He was already quite fond of the thought.
Though, he couldn't be certain why.
He was then snapped out of his thoughts and back to attention when the grating voice—at least to him, it was grating—of Douma filtered through his ears, already his muscles tensing and his eyes narrowing as if his body automatically assumed he would be doing everything in his power to kill the second Upper Moon. Of course, he refrained, and instead deigned himself to just watch.
"The way you're looking at me makes me want to cry, (Y/N)-chan," Douma sniffed in faux way as he swept his hand out in a pinnacle to throw shards of freezing cold ice her way.
She lithely avoided them all.
"It's hard to tell if that is true or not, Douma-dono," she replied after crawling up into one of the traditional rooms, her back to the reed walls. "I can't sense any sadness from you, so how can I know that what you say and what you feel is the same? Pardon me, but... it seems very contradictory."
"Oh?" He seemed surprised that she noticed something strange about him at all, most having not ever looked that far.
He felt strangely flattered.
Kokushibo's frown deepened as he observed the interaction between the two, and he found himself curious. It was interesting how (Y/N) could see something so clearly when the mask that Douma donned was so perfectly crafted. Then again, perhaps it was not so perfect after all considering how not only (Y/N) had noticed it, but Kokushibo had, too.
