While every member of Duza’s group was sleeping, Akatsuki was seated on the floor and caressing one horn of the Groundshaker Beast, with the Death Mist on the ground at her side, turned into a concentrated bubble of thick fog that was twirling non-stop.
Shigure was looking at the Mist and whispered, “I am starting to get dizzy just by looking at him! He never gets bored by doing that? I like it when he creates funny and different shapes, but this rotative bubble is not one of my favourites!”
Sonja was staring at the Beast, and she was being stared back. “I don’t know what you are complaining about, Shigure. Look, I am playing an interesting ‘Serious Game’ with this ugly thing. He will blink first; I am sure of it!”
Shigure glanced at them both and snorted. “If it wasn’t for Akatsuki, he
