Akaza stalked irritably through the Jungle, pushing things aside here and there with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth. It had been days, and he still couldn't detect even a trace of Nameless Hunter's demonic aura. He didn't even know whether the guy was alive. Worse still, while he was resting in the shade that afternoon, his blood connection to Lord Muzan had completely vanished. He couldn't even report what was happening.
And who knew where that idiot Doma had disappeared to? He couldn't contact Nakime either, and he had no idea what to do next. This mission was a complete nightmare. Of course, if Doma had dropped dead for good, that would be ideal.
"Tch!"
He kicked an irritating rock out of his way, then found an ancient tree thick with foliage. He climbed onto a sturdy branch in a few quick movements, intending to take a nap and slack off.
Nameless Hunter... where the hell are you hiding?
Lying in the tree, Akaza watched the moonlight and felt a little better. He took the grass out of his mouth and idly wove it into a bracelet, slipped it onto his wrist, then decided it looked ugly and tossed it down.
Honestly, he didn't understand why Lord Muzan had suddenly decided to capture Nameless Hunter. Was there really any point? In fact, he didn't understand his lord's decisions most of the time.
If I were Lord Muzan, I'd find a way to storm the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters and take them all on, fighting until one side was dead. Once I'd won, couldn't I search for the Blue Spider Lily in peace? Why make everything this complicated...?
Now hundreds of years had passed, and the Demon Slayer Corps had clearly grown stronger and stronger. Akaza thought of