Blue Bird crouched low and slowed his breathing, taking off in swift strides, following the marks he had previously made.
His sword was slung across his back, the thin strips of cloth that used to wrap around it had been torn off and thrown somewhere. His dark red hunting outfit stood out in the grass, forcing him to take a tumble in a mud pond he had passed by. Not only did it help eliminate his scent, but it also dyed his clothes a color closer to the surrounding environment, reducing the chance of being discovered by the demons.
After this hunt, he would have to propose a change in the team's uniform, at least its color.
