The City of Wind Chimes.
By the time Sasuke stepped into the city, dusk had already fallen.
Unlike the remote, impoverished places where the Demon Slayer Corps members fought year-round, this place presented an entirely different sight.
The broad streets teemed with people and bustled with traffic.
Vendors' cries, children's laughter, and shamisen music spilling from taverns mingled with the aromas of food and the scent of face powder, forming a noisy, vibrant picture of the floating world.
This was the world of humans.
And precisely because of that, this was the perfect hunting ground for demons.
Sasuke walked through the crowd, his black uniform and the Wakizashi at his waist setting him starkly apart from his surroundings.
He closed his eyes, trying to sense that cold, evil presence that belonged to demons.
But he failed.
The presences of thousands upon thousands of people mingled with their joys, anger, sorrows, and pleasures, forming an immensely thick wall that diluted and concealed the demons' presence until it vanished without a trace.
Here, almost all the tracking skills the Demon Slayer Corps took such pride in were rendered useless.
Whether it was a sense of smell like Tanjiro's or his own vague perception of energy.
Sasuke opened his eyes, the two tomoe of his scarlet eyes flashing briefly in the twilight.
Conventional methods would not work.
Then he would use unconventional ones.
He entered a deserted alley, his figure disappearing around a corner.
A moment later, the person who emerged from the alley was no longer the cold young man carrying a Wakizashi.
Instead, he was a rickshaw puller in coarse cloth clothes, his face bearing a hint of mercenary shrewdness and fatigue.
[Transformation Technique]
Pulling an empty rickshaw, Sasuke merged into the city's twilight.
He began to run.
He crossed main