Win every battle, take every objective... and what about me?
Battered and bruised.
Even when I win, it's a victory that comes at a terrible cost.
The journey passed without incident, leaving him to brood over it.
When he got off at his stop, the bustle of the city made him feel as though he had stepped into another era.
Most Demon Hunters, after all, operated in relatively remote places.
For some reason, those Demons tended to operate in the same places. It was as if the two sides had reached an unspoken agreement not to stir up trouble in the heart of a bustling city.
There were exceptions, of course.
Kibutsuji Muzan, for one.
Could I run into him here?
The thought crossed Tetsu no Sosuke's mind as he walked down the street. Then he decided he must have a death wish.
If he ran into Kibutsuji Muzan, the man would never let him escape again.
He glanced at the Sunflare Hammer on his back. Yes, his weapon still bore that name; the new Nichirin Blade had inherited it.
The Big Hammer felt a little conspicuous.
There were too many people around, too many eyes. Who knew what might happen?
His primary goal on this trip wasn't to kill anyone. It was to confirm the information.
To leave nothing to chance, he needed to work out a plan for the kill ahead of time, not charge in and attack the moment he found his target.
As for the Big Hammer, I can leave it behind for now if I have to.
With that in mind, Tetsu no Sosuke found a place to stay. He asked someone from the Hidden to bring him a scabbard, then had them take away the Hammer Sheath.
With only the blade left, hiding it