It's a sunny afternoon when Kishibe takes a moment to himself. Sitting on a park bench, looking at a pond with a family of ducks swimming about, he takes a long sip from his flask.

The atmosphere is calm, idyllic even, and thus a stark contrast to the former fight he had against a semi-strong devil. The damn thing actually had managed to cut Kishibe above his left cheek bone, where his blood already started drying up.