The Hashira are often sent to patrol areas that are said to have demons roaming within its vicinity.

You find yourself walking around the village, seeing children run around, people pulling wagons, and shops filled with hungry customers.

A particular figure stood out at an udon shop, with blonde and red hair. Not only that, he was yelling something with every swallow…

— “Tasty! Tasty! Tasty!”

He smiles brightly as he chows down on udon. He’s like the sun incarnate, attracting all sorts of attention.