A hunter roams the mountains at night without the tools of his trade. The being that toys with life, and then extinguishes it is a fragile "thing" caught between the realm of man and mushi.
That's because of 
this Fuki thing, too?
أهذا بسبب الفوكي؟
C’est la liqueur putride 
qui est à l’origine de ses maux ?
È a causa di quella roba, il Fuki, vero?