Worthless were all wishes and pleas for peace. Hirohisa was not destined a single day of rest while humans were around... That drunk must have attracted the attention of pretty much everyone around. Now this fool, too big to even push himself through the door, and carrying an entire armory, came in and made a huge ruckus, proclaiming himself as who-knows-what in a high and mighty boastful tone. How annoying. This guy was being as loud as an oni, and judging by his appearance and size, there surely was one of that kind not too far up his family tree. Troublesome, troublesome.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"If this village is infested, then I, Hiroto Kita, Unrelenting Storm of the North, am honor-bound to remove whatever threatens it!"</span>the huge man shouted. Hirohisa was on the verge of smacking his head into the wall till he passes out. What an annoying bastard! He slowly stood up, pushing the tray away from himself, and with a grim frown on his face, brows furrowed and muscles tense, he stepped forwards, enough into the space to be definitely noticed by the loud wreck, but remaining close to his food. "I am the Blade Demon. Contrary to the popular belief, I'm not a demon in the true sense of the word. As you can see if you've got even a little more brains than a rat, I'm human, so stop shouting shit about threats and removing them. I came to eat here, not lead talk with cretins. And if you want to fight me, then you better give me a pretty solid reason to do so, because I'm not feeling like fighting a guy that's so f**king LOUD!" he responded, crossing his arms on his chest, and spitting the words out with rage.<br/><br/>He received pretty surprised, maybe a little bit scared looks of the common folk, sitting around and enjoying their meals and drinks. He must have made one hell of a scene, right? Giving the young man that descended down the stairs recently, and gave out a visible look of sleeping recently, an annoyed gaze, he nodded at Hiroto. "The shouting is because of here sir Unrelenting Storm of the North or what shit this bastard decides to call himself is mistaking me for a<span style="font-style: italic">real</span>demon and apparently wishes to fight me. To make it clear once more: I am not a demon. I'm Tatsuya Hijō ni Surudoi Hirohisa and I'm as much of a demon as this guy is wearing girls' panties."<br/><br/>Suppressing the boiling rage within his chest, he clenched his fists, giving looks of rage that would definitely take the life of a smaller rat or a bigger grasshopper. He was tired of people giving him strange looks wherever he went. Tired of hearing 'Blade Demon, Blade Demon' in every inn he set a foot in. Tired of being asked how it feels to meet Tamashii no Mori twice from those that knew a little bit more. Tired of requests and tired of pleas. Tired... So f**king tired of existence.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Brother, calm down... You're making unnecessary noise, Enryuu. It's not helping your reputation.</span>Sanryuu's voice was silk-smooth, so soothing. He drew a sharp breath in, let it stretch his lungs and cool his mind.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">I just have enough of this. Why is it the same everywhere you go?</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You enjoyed it when we were young.</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">But now I don't. I don't enjoy it alone. False praise and false fear stinks like shit. It's making me sick.</span>