Renascence (M.K)

二十一

Standing at the edge of the cliff, his eyes wandered stray down his sight. There was a broad expanse of green rice field with group of small huts and hills beyond.

Observing from above the precipice, Ryuta can espy the illumination of a partly obscured light inside of each one of the houses. At the chilly evening, the human village was envelop with silence. He began to glance up on the night sky and the gray thick mass of clouds had entirely swarmed the ether, veiling the appearance of the moon and stars.

Ryuta tried to embrace the placid serenity he have momentarily felt. He parted his lips and puffed off the rolled tobacco that was clenched between his two fingers. Immediately, the ambient of the smoke hazed his amber eyes. His gaze hardens and turned fixed, staring through out the nowhere whilst his mind was completely preoccupied, cogitating what another given task is he about to face next after he had accomplished retrieving the previous dead, noble lady.

Ryuta have comprehended. His mission hasn't come to an end. Whilst he was breathing the air along this fine evening, he knows there will be more ahead incurring chore that will be forwardly given to him.

He suspired, pushing his head up for his eyes to once again meet the empty dark sky. A heavy groan escaped his throat whilst he flew up his other hand to pinched the bridge of his nose, seeking to recollect his sanity for a matter of seconds.

It made his mind fuzzy. Everything had turned drastic for him but he knows there was no time to complain, preceding the fact that he was also in no position to bleat towards his progenitor.

If he still valued his life, Ryuta isn't dumb enough to speak an intent vice word before the presence of that man nor defy his will; on the contrary, he cannot help himself but still began to silently question the subtle plans of his leader.

Ryuta began to scrutinize the possible reasons why he was behest to obey a such venturesome task, why was he ordered to resurrect a considered frail woman like Y/n who was even barely knowledgeable of defending her own self.

'She was only dignified by the status of the surname she carries along.'  He scoffed.

"She's just an ignorant woman and also has no use for the demons." He muttered promptly.

Ryuta glowered. He sucked on his tobacco cigarette before huffing the smoke out off his mouth. Afterwards he started to regret what he have thought out loud inside his mind. His demeanour of questioning the schemes of his master was already a notion he is coming to the point of judging Muzan's plans despite that he have assimilated, he is lightyears unmatched compared to that savage prime one whose delectation is killing.

Ryuta's ability was only a speck of Muzan's power, authentically far from exceeding the supremacy of the Kibutsuji. He believes he is a scrap compared to the puissant leader.

The former samurai warrior balled his hands into a tight fist. The sudden irritation began to build up his mood. He can feel his blood arising through his head as he turned his heels and began to walk away straight to the opposite direction.

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The night was young, all the red lanterns and lights in Asakusa began to gleam. Ryuta can hear the indistinct conversations of each civilians that were crowding the thoroughfare, engaged with their personal chattering whilst he pushed himself along the mass of people, shrouding his face with the long black velvet scarf - hiding half of his appearance, trying to avoid his identity from being discerned by the humans.

He silently passed through the dark alleyway until he had reached his path back home to the Machiya. The old wooden townhouse was built in the secluded area of Asakusa. A desolated section of the place, enwrap with silence where less people straying for the reason the particular area was filled with an ungenial ambiance.