Yoshiwara Pleasure District, late at night.
Even though it was nearly midnight, the bustling streets remained brightly lit, with plenty of pedestrians still walking about. Things probably would not quiet down until two or three in the morning.
Tengen stood atop a tall wooden building, surveying the entire Yoshiwara Pleasure District from above.
His Breathing Style was Sound Breathing, a branch of Thunder Breathing, one of the five basic breathing styles. Its enhancements gave him exceptional hearing and perception, yet even after carefully surveying the area, he had found no trace of a demon. That worried him deeply.
Nothing unusual, but that makes it even stranger. A demon can actually conceal its presence this well? A Lower Rank... no, could it be an Upper Rank?
Tengen pondered this, grateful that he had not come alone this time. With Chinatsu here, even if it was an Upper Rank, surely two Pillars could slay it flamboyantly?
Tengen exhaled. With his search yielding nothing, he could only entrust his hopes to Tanjiro and the others for now. He leaped off the wooden building and returned to the inn.
When Tengen pushed open the door to their private room at the inn, he froze in place.
A miniature Chinatsu was sitting cross-legged in front of the full-length mirror, while Nezuko sat behind her, smiling as she braided Chinatsu's hair.
The moment Tengen entered, Nezuko stopped braiding and wrapped both arms around Chinatsu's head as though putting her in a chokehold. Once again, she turned into a bristling cat, glaring warily at Tengen.
By now, however, Tengen was completely used to this bristling cat. He smiled at the shrunken Chinatsu and asked with keen interest, "Chinatsu, is that ninjutsu?"
"Of course not. But it isn't a Blood Demon Art either. Aside from Nezuko and me,