The atmosphere was alive with music and laughter, the air thick with perfume and the scent of alcohol.

As Gyutaro strolled down the street, he noticed his surroundings closely. His eyes flickered warily, alert to any signs of danger.

His gaze passed over a group of women sitting outside a teahouse, their faces heavily made up. They giggled and called out to him, their voices light and inviting.

But Hashira poison didn't react, continuing to scan the district closely.