The last demon took a step back, breath ragged, eyes wide with wariness.
His hand reached behind his cloak and slowly drew out a massive, jagged scythe, metal glinting menacingly under the moonlight. Glowing red runes inscribed along its blade pulsed like a beating heart, veins of fiery light flowing through its cracks.
An instrument designed to instill fear.
Hazuki blinked slowly, observing.
Then tilted his head, a bemused expression on his face.
"…Whoa, Ridan. Is he gonna farm?"
He shifted slightly, squinting at the weapon.
"Wait, no. You don't use that kind of scythe for rice, right? Too heavy."
He tapped his chin thoughtfully with the flat of his sword.
"Ohhh! I get it. He's here to cut weeds."
Ridan hovered nearby, stifling a laugh.
"Yeah… but there's no weeds here, is there?"
"Exactly!" Hazuki nodded as if solving a riddle. "Maybe he got lost? Took a wrong turn at the farm? Or his map's upside down?"
The demon's left eye twitched violently, veins bulging.
