8 First Mission - 7

Disclaimer: There's some disturbing talk in this chapter, please read at your own discretion.

It took a week for my chokuto to be made.

The blade was a fine one, perfectly straight with a handguard that was shaped and colored like an eye, with the pupil being red.

When I first held it, the color of the blade turned a bright, almost highlighted blue, which I thought coincided with my self made breathing form really well.

Well, with that aside, let's get back to the present.

I had waited in some random ass village for it to arrive, and well, let's just say that 5 people went missing during the duration of my stay in the village.

Honestly, I preferred eating young women over anything else, they were a delicacy. Soft, tender, and juicy, just, mmm!

So, it would be more correct to say that 5 young women had gone missing from the village during the duration of my stay.

And I felt nothing from doing this.

After all, I needed to do this to survive, it was either me or them.

I didn't need to feel bad for doing this.

Well, actually, the Kioshi personality was hating me for eating young women, as they reminded him of Yasu, but, my old personality was one that always did the most logical thing in any situation, as it had been ingrained in my head since I was a child.

So, here I was, a demon that ate young women for pleasure, whilst hating myself for feeling this pleasure.

Yep, I was turning into a major psychopath.

Well, I guess, with multiple personalities, I already was a psychopath.

But, that aside, I finally got my first mission!

There was some dumb demon that was terrorizing Tokyo.

Honestly, I was wondering why Muzan hadn't already taken care of them for doing such dumb things in his territory, but I guessed that he just didn't care enough to do anything, as he was in the process of starting an actual "family".

Well, I accepted the mission and started running towards Tokyo.

...

Tokyo at night was beautiful.

The lights, the atmosphere, and the people, I just never got old of this feeling even after 2 and a half years of living here.

Making my way confidently through the crowds, I proceeded to go to my favorite udon shop in the whole city.

And yes, if you were wondering, I could eat human food.

Maybe it was due to my human personalities, or something else, but, eating human food still tasted the same.

So, during my stay in Tokyo, after each hard day of training, I would go to a different restaurant and try to eat everything on the menu, as I was always really hangry after my training sessions.

Of course, I couldn't sustain myself on just human food, I needed actual humans to survive, as I would get really sickly if I didn't eat a person every week or so.

That was just my reality now.

Well, anyways, after filling up my body with three bowls of udon, I left the shop and entered a dark alley.

Jumping up, I landed on a rooftop.

Then, I started running with my chokuto still sheathed in my hand, both my arms in a "V" shape for balance, as I jumped from rooftop to rooftop.

Running to the highest building in the city, I climbed to the top of it, and waited.

While I was waiting, I went over the information in my head.

The mutilated bodies had all been found in dark alleys, and the victims had all been homeless people or drunks.

'Fucking disgusting bastard.'

I mean, who the hell would choose to eat dirty homeless people and drunks bathing in their own puke by choice?

I just shuddered, thinking of it.

(A/N: It's not like eating people is also disgusting... Also, just making it crystal clear, the MC eats young women solely cause they taste good, not for any other weird reason. He's only 15 after all.)

Well, after waiting for a few minutes, I finally got a whiff of a very distinctive smell.

It was the smell of blood, interlaced with the strong odor of alcohol, with a faint scent of a demon mixed in.

'Got you.'

Jumping off the building, I flew in the air for a few seconds, my heavy haori catching the air and falling a little bit slower behind me.

Landing nimbly on a surrounding building, I quickly ran towards the direction the smell originated from.

Finding the demon in the middle of feasting, I didn't even give them time to react as I quickly descended.

As stated before, my sheathe wasn't connected to my waist, and was still in my hand, so I had to use a particular style to properly wield my chokuto.

Turning my chokuto diagonally, I pulled down on the sheathe.

Moving my hand up to the handle of the chokuto, I used the inertia of the previous motion and pulled on the chokuto.

This unsheathed the chokuto halfway, and with this fraction of the blade, I touched the ground behind the demon, cleanly slicing through their flesh.

As the chokuto was still halfway sheathed, and the sheathe itself was slowly falling, revealing more and more of the chokuto, I quickly brought my backgrip down diagonally, resheathing my chokuto with a click that resounded as the thud of the demon's head hitting the ground was heard.

Not even looking back at the demon or its head that were slowly turning into ashes, I quickly jumped and started running on the rooftops again.

'I bet I looked pretty cool doing that!'

I started replaying what had happened back in my mind, just this time, I tried looking at it from many different perspectives from a third person point of view.

Feeling satisfied with my one handed decapitation, I was able to sleep happily tonight.

...

After two days, my crow came back after reporting my achievements during the previous night.

It cawed as it gave me a new mission.

"Next on the list: Asakusa Tokyo!"

"There's rumors of a demon lurking there!"

Well, fuck.