"..."
Everyone exchanged looks. At a time like this, who the hell wanted to sing?
Shinobu Kocho was baffled too. They were on the brink of the final battle. Wasn't this supposed to be a solemn moment?
Could he stop ruining the mood?
"No singing? Then how about ghost stories? There are plenty of us here, and I've heard a legend."
Tetsu no Sosuke said, "A group of people gathers around a fire at night, and each person tells a ghost story. Once the last person finishes, a real ghost appears. Want to try it? You might see a ghost!"
"...We see them every day, don't we?"
Even Shinobu Kocho was running out of patience.
Tetsu no Sosuke stood up. "All right, forget it. You're all so tense it's getting ridiculous. If you keep this up, you'll be too stiff to grip your swords when the time comes. You're experienced Demon Hunters. At this point, we're probably facing the final battle, and staying wound up won't do you any good. Come on, everyone, loosen up."
"Loosen up, my ass!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa couldn't hold back any longer. "What the hell are you doing at this hour of the night?"
"I'd like to know that too. What the hell are you doing at this hour of the night?"
The voice came suddenly, drawing closer. Everyone turned toward it. Dozens of figures emerged from the darkness and stepped into the firelight.
A faint smile crossed Kibutsuji Muzan's face as he looked at Tetsu no Sosuke. "Go on. Keep running. Why did you stop?"
"I'm tired. Thought I'd take a break."
Tetsu no Sosuke smiled. "Once I kill you, I can rest."
"I was thinking the same thing."
Kibutsuji Muzan exhaled softly. "After more than a year of pursuit, it all ends tonight. When