Megohime stared at Masamune, mouth open slightly and her eyes slowly widening. “Wha.. But Masamune, I’m a demon!” She said, shock and disbelief on her face.
Bubbles rose from the depths of the lake, then seconds later, a figure burst from beneath the water, gasping and panting. Yukimura let himself float in the water, staring up at the sky as black dots danced in his vision from holding his breath too long. His lungs ached and his limbs were heavy with cold, but he had still been working for hours. He didn’t really know why he was doing it, but he felt starting anywhere was better than nowhere.