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CHAPTER NINE ; A PAWN IN THE TRAP
Overviewing the bustling city under his sight, he stood at the top of a rooftop, hidden away from the eyes of onlookers who would or might caught his eccentric features. Blown by the wind, his short sleeveless pink-haori flew along with the flocks of feathers and his baggy white hakama pants.
His muscular form with skin so fair that appears bright green-tinged white approbated under the moonlit in the cloudless northern. The lines on his face curved through each of his eyes from below his ears to over his temples, another blue line running from the center of his hairline to the bridge of his nose, with two more lines scampered in his neck, and three others branching off the lower one to his torso.
Akaza, a member of the Twelve Kizuki — notably known as the 12 strongest combatants among Demon Kind, second in strength and authority only to the Demon Lord himself, Muzan Kibutsuji. And to his liking, he is known as the Upper Moon 3.
With his distinct hair color of fuchsia pink, he can be seen easily by lower-rank demons.
He squats on top of the roof, nails nibbling, and a bored expression plastered on his face. The full moon glowed dutifully, giving light to the busy street of Yokohama. He can hear his stomach growl in famine. Indicating that he hasn't been devouring humans for almost a week.
The demon himself let out a cry of annoyance as he scans the region beneath him. Eyes focused like a hawk, ready to catch his prey sooner or later.
Funnily, despite him being a demon, he could never make himself eat women. He felt an immense disgust whenever he tried to do it. As if all women have the same cologne, a pungent odor that once inhaled, you'll vomit. Maybe that was just his demon instinct.
Or if he was a human before, maybe, he doesn't really like women in general. He doesn't understand his dislike of gender, that's why he feasts in the weak body of men. He could feel his blood run cold by the sudden mention of himself, devouring a female body.
Akaza coughs, his lingering thoughts fading away. Licking his lips, he spots two men in an alleyway, and by the looks of it, they were harassing a female, and he did not like what he is seeing. His bent body stands up straight, popping his neck sideways, and his stretching his knuckles. Akaza's golden eyes radiated under the moon's influence.
With his brute force, he jumped off the roof, earning a thud sound on the ground of the alleyway. Three pairs of eyes darted on his form, the unexpected guest.
One of the drunkards pointed his finger at him accusingly, "Who the fuck are you?"
"Free the pest, fucker."
Among the two harassers, one was sober up, chuckling at his command. His hand moves towards the back of the female, making her shriek in disgust and disbelief. Her and Akaza's eyes met, seeing the unusual looking man scowl at the gesture.
