After leaving the Ubuyashiki Estate, Rokuya did not linger at headquarters, instead setting off straight for Tokyo Prefecture. The early autumn breeze carried a slight chill as it brushed through his short silver hair. Walking along the forest path, he could not help touching the Shura Blade at his waist, its hilt wreathed in a dim, dark blue glow. The blade that had accompanied him in slaying countless demons seemed to sense its master's heartbeat, giving off a faint hum.
By the time he reached Tokyo Prefecture, night had fallen. In this city steeped in Western civilization, neon lights flickered, and streetcars rumbled along their tracks. People in kimonos mingled with people in suits on the streets, like a collision between two eras. Rokuya deftly avoided the crowds, passed through the bustling streets, and stopped before a secluded dead end.
He closed his eyes, his powerful perception spreading outward like ripples. Only after confirming that no one had followed him did he form a complex sign with his hand and pass through the blood demon art barrier, which rippled like water.
"Who's there?!"
The moment he stepped into the courtyard, a low shout filled with hostility and vigilance rang out. Like a cat with its fur standing on end, Yushiro blocked the sliding door leading to the inner room, his eyes fixed on Rokuya.
"It's me, Yushiro. Don't be so hotheaded all the time, or you might stunt your growth." Rokuya teased him without restraint as he set several boxes of exquisite sweets he had bought on the wooden veranda. "These are Asakusa specialties for Miss Tamayo. There's a share for you, too."
"Who wants your food! And don't address Lady Tamayo so casually!" Yushiro gritted his teeth, but seeing that Rokuya meant no harm, he reluctantly stepped aside.
"Yushiro,