My Sun and Moon (Akaza x OC)

Chapter 23: Do Think About It

Nagano angrily walked out of the room leaving Akaza to himself like he desired so much. Clenching her hands into tight fists as she stormed down the several flights of stairs. A vast majority of the rooms had already been filled with countless others, some filled with too many that she did not have the desire or energy to grind to a pulp. With her old slayer uniform in her arm once more, she continued inspecting room after room. After she had passed a filled room, she slowed her pace to watch the look of uncertainty in their eyes. Perhaps concerned that she might shred them all to pieces, she probably could, she hadn't doubted that. Part of her even wanted to. Killing a few of them might blow off some of her steam, plus, killing a good number of them might help the slayers as well. Nagano stood silently watching the group of ten demons that sat huddled together watching her unblinkingly waiting for her next move. Some of them had even begun slowly creeping forwards, their claws out and ready.

She squinted, watching. Only three out of the seven seemed eager enough to fight, the others had desired to remain there patiently. Did the three think they could overwhelm her and kill her? Did they think they could take her place?

"If you move another step forward, I will not hesitate to slice every one of your disgusting heads off of your shoulders." Nagano snarled, her hand resting on the pommel of her blade to emphasize her threat. "And do think I am kidding, I am in a horrible mood."

Her mental tiredness had been the main motivator to keep her from fighting the demons in front of her. But if they were truly eager to fight, then she wouldn't stop them.

She watched their brightly lit eyes turn from her than to her Nichirin sword, each of them hesitantly waiting, not daring to take another step forwards. With a stiff nod, Nagano turned to face away from them and continued her way to find an empty room of her own. As she left the room she stood in front of, she heard the soft murmurs of the other demons, some of them angry that she had threatened them, others furious that the three thought they could even attempt to fight an upper moon, the fifth moon no less. In time. In time she could kull them. Doing it now, now that she had proper time to think about it, felt too soon. With Muzan now only relying on the Biwa woman now to search for the Kamado girl, things had felt like it was going to get tense. That the end game would be happening soon. Why else would he wrangle all of the demons and have them return here?

After a short while, Nagano finally found herself an empty room. With a sigh of relief, she stepped into the room and slumped to the floor with her back against the wall so that she would be able to keep herself facing the front of the room. The only person she actually trusted in this vast maze of rooms had been Akaza, the last thing she was going to do is allow any one else the slightest chance of getting an upper hand on her.

Letting herself relax, Nagano set down the slayer uniform she had worn previously in sections inspecting where Doma's ice had damaged her uniform. Thankfully not much had been damaged, though she would have to thank the outfit makers moreso. The outfits that the slayers wore had been made with a strong enough fiber that it helped give slayers a small defense against demons. In all her years of slaying, not once had she really needed to repair her outfit. So seeing even the smallest of rips after the fight with Doma had been enough evidence to attest for his strength. Fighting him if she ever did again would have to wait for another time, perhaps alongside a few slayers perchance. Chewing the inside of her cheek, she reached into the small pocket of the hakama she had been wearing and pulled out a singular needle and a spool of thread. During their travels before they had been sent back, she had been able to nab a villagers sewing kit. That had been the reason she carried it around after all, in the hopes she could find a sewing kit and try to fix the ripped fabric. Or at least to the best of her ability. Nagano had spent her time training in hand to hand combat and slaying demons, she never spent the time to learn how to sew, how to fix or make clothing.