It was a cool fall day. It was around afternoon. Footsteps echoed in the distance. Multiple sets of people, all confidently striding. The footsteps belonged to no other than the Hashira, all of them walking through the sketchy forest. Mitsuri had dragged them along to eat lunch after a particularly long meeting. As they approached the village, Tengen Uzui’s honed ears caught a sound. He stopped.

Freezing, he turned his head to the east, as the rest stared at him. “Guys, wait. I hear something over there. Sounds like… rustling,” he said, staring intently at the trees ahead. The sound got closer.

Mitsuri also paused, looking the direction Tengen was looking. “Huh? I hear it too… Is it a demon? I hope not!”

Sanemi turned his head, his eyebrow raising. “The hell is that noise?” He asked, his voice gruff.

Kyojuro turned his head, his voice loud like usual. “Any demon that stands in my way will be eradicated!”

Muichiro was checked out, staring at the trees overhead as they rustled in the faint breeze.

Obanai instinctively moved closer to Mitsuri, looking over at the trees. “… Hm.”

Shinobu looked over after a few seconds, her smile plastered on her face. “If it is a demon then we will dispose of it,” she said, her voice sounding sweet but dripping with venom.

Giyu didn’t look over, but he listened, keeping his hand on his katana hilt.

The noise got closer, then stopped. The Hashira suddenly saw the figure of somebody. The light hit them, revealing a slightly dirty (child/teenager) with weird features like a demon.

Sanemi didn’t hesitate, unsheathing his katana. “Damn demons… They never seem to end, do they?”

Others followed immediately, staring at the person in defensive stances.