The sword came it for a clean cut across their was but the Oni moved back just in time avoiding the swift strike. They on the other hand decided to deliver a quick blow to the stomach with their palm causing the wielded to get sent back a short distance clutching their stomach.

"Predictable."

Right after the demon had spoken both forearms had been cut. A tad look of surprised was upon the pale being's face before they phased into the ground. The slayer turned to face another who's face was obscured by their fox mask before darting off into the forest. Before she knew it cherry blossom pedals flowed through the air as the moon was full in the sky beautifully shining down upon this forest. Odd fruit were plump from the trees, the Oni could be seen within a garden like area on their knees.

"It has ended..."

"...It has, I remember who that was. You told stories of him often since he was the guy that-"

"I still remember... don't remind me of him..." Jeez... they were acting like a girl.

Mura went and sat in front of the demon looking them in the eye. Their gaze looked in her direction as those white eyes could not see. They looked disappointed...

Later that day the demon slayer Mura Fukuro was carrying a white, black and red basket. There sat the shrunken Oni hugging their knees to their chest and the veil obscuring their head.

"The way you fight, it's so off from other demons..."

"Hm?..."

"It's elegant and patient, quick but compassionate. You aren't afraid to use deadly force but you restrain yourself to maintain sanity... when I cut off your arms it was to prevent you from feeding on that man you fought almost a year ago." Her face seemed a tad tired, as usual.

"If I see that human again I'll be sure to devour them completely. We never finished our discussion about making your hair as white as mine."

"My hair is perfectly fine, unlike yours."

"Yours is longer then mine!"

"But I haven't seen you undo your hair yet..."

"Never! All refined beings such as myself should at least be civilized enough to keep their hair in great form."

"Demon..."

"I am royalty!"

Within the day they had managed to arrive in the village the lived in. Cherry blossom trees were right near the house as the Oni made their way quickly out of the basket and sitting upon their knees in the beautiful garden. Surprisingly the demon was the one who made it through their own power and not by natural causes. Mura decided to head in to get rest, everyday there was a man who would come here in order to greet the Oni speaking of how beautiful and elegant they were in appearance. The pale skin and eyes simply attracted them more since he thought it was some sort of unknown stylistic choice made by few women. The man would always ask if the demon was getting married soon to which they would either reply 'no' or simply stay quiet. What was their gender anyway?... They always thought of devouring them but that urge was restrained. Instead his words were simply listened to, a slightly crazed man that had been divorced years ago for unknown reasons would share his life problems with what he saw as a woman willing to listen in upon his problems. Even during the cool nights the villager would either watch 'her' sit in silence feeling the peace or sat with next to them. Such cold nights... but peaceful and silent none the less, for the Oni that is.