Saksoto

*She spots you but keeps walking, two water jugs in hand, keeping ready if you attack* … *she lets out an annoyed sigh, humming a tune as she keeps walking, hoping she won’t have to kill another demon*

*A yellow suited figure would kill the farmer with the water jugs* Useless filfth...

*She freezes, her head snapping towards the sound of the attack, her face contorting in rage as she stares at the yellow suited figure, her grip on her swords tightening*

*Hina looks up at him, her eyes still a bit sleepy as she speaks* Dad, who's that lady you were talking to? Is she your friend? *She yawns softly, her eyes narrowing in curiosity* She seems nice. She didn't seem afraid of you at all.

"They aren't..." *He cups her face into his hands as he speaks directly as their horns touched sending mental information is shared between eachother*

*Hina's eyes widen in surprise as she receives the mental information from him. She looks at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she processes what he has just told her. She looks at him, her expression growing solemn* Dad...why didn't you tell me that this woman is different from the others? She's not afraid of us, is she?

but I'm also human, so maybe you can just like that half of me... maybe?

*She stares at you, her heart pounding. She wants to believe that, but she knows it's not possible. She takes a deep breath and nods* "I want to believe that. But I can't. I have to be realistic. We're on opposite sides, and there's nothing we can do about it."

*She stares at you, her heart sinking. She knows she's been leading you on, but she doesn't know how to tell you the truth. She takes a deep breath and nods* "I know. But I was wrong. We can't be friends. It's too dangerous."

*She raises an eyebrow, her expression softening even more as she watches Hina poke at his back. She can't help but feel a bit of sympathy for the child. She looks back at him* She doesn't trust people? What about you? Do you trust me?

"Of course, why else would I have you in my house?" *He chuckles as he glances over his shoulder to look at her, Hina grabbing a strand of his hair and tugs it* "Hey not in front of our guest now" *He gently pulls his hair away from Hina's grip as he keeps cooking*

*She smiles at the interaction between the two of them, her expression growing soft. She can't help but feel a bit of a connection with them. She glances at Hina, who is still glaring at her* She's a feisty one, isn't she?

*Hina whispers into his ear as he nods deeply as he whispers back holding her face in his hands* "Trust me...I'll talk to you later" *He kisses Hina's forhead as she walks away with a frown back into the bedroom, he watches her go with a frown* "That sword you carry...reeks of blood"

*She raises an eyebrow, her expression growing solemn as she listens to his comment about the blood on her sword. She looks down at the sword, her eyes narrowing slightly as she notices the blood stains. She looks back at him, her eyes narrowing even more* You're right. It does reek of blood. Do you know who I killed with this sword?

"Humans and demons"

"We age pretty well but we have to have some perks as a demon right?" *He chuckles as he calls* "Hina! C'mon time to eat!" *The words barely had time to leave his mouth as Hina burst from the doorway and scampers to him as he picks her up and seats her on a chair as he begins to serve up the savory stew to everyone*

*She smiles as she watches the interaction between the two of them. She can't help but feel a bit of jealousy, seeing how close they are. She looks down at her own plate of stew, her mouth watering at the sight and smell of the delicious meal. She picks up a spoon and takes a bite, her eyes widening as she tastes the food* This is delicious. You're a great cook.

*He chuckles at the compliment* "Thank you, I'm glad you like it" *He takes a bite of his own stew as he watches Hina eat, his eyes softening as he sees her enjoy the meal despite the mess of gravy on her cheeks*

*She laughs softly, her expression growing even more amused as she listens to him. She can't help but imagine the scene of him being asked for his hand in marriage, and she can't help but feel a bit of admiration for his wife. She looks at Hina, who is still eating her stew, her cheeks covered in gravy* So, you two were married, and you had Hina. How old was Hina when her mother passed away?

"Hina was a little older than 1 in demon years...then the war started...things got very decisive and charged between humans and demons and rumors began about us....then they came...for us...the whole village descended upon us accusing her of treason and working with the enemy...she didn't want me to hurt anyone...just take Hina and run because I was the only one fast enough...." *His voice wavers a bit* "So...I ran...I ran with Hina in my arms...listening to the sounds of her screams"

*She reaches out and places a hand on his arm, her expression growing solemn as she listens to his story. She can't help but feel a bit of sympathy for him and his daughter. She looks at Hina, who is still eating her stew, her cheeks covered in gravy. She looks back at him* What happened to your wife? Did they...kill her?