When Yoriichi was combating a demon, he couldn't quite figure out their blood demon art; the demon's powers were strange, unique in their own way. Of course, they stood no chance against the Sun Hashira, but he was still wary regardless β he hadn't expected them to pull out such a stunt. The last thing he could recall was falling into a white portal. He felt like he was drowning in a bottomless void for what felt like aeons, and he couldn't move his body, either. It was a foreign, surreal experience, especially since he was fully conscious almost the entire time, but he somehow remained calm.
Finally, the man woke up once more, his maroon eyes widening momentarily β he found himself in an alleyway of sorts, the night sky illuminating the brick walls on both sides of himself. He looked around cautiously for a moment, unsure what exactly to do. Everything only became even more unfamiliar when he found the strength to stand up and find his way out of the alleyway, however.
Vehicles of metal dashed through the road, creating a small gust of wind that blew his hair over his realm of sight. The street lights blurred his vision as the faint sound of music played in the background. Each building lit up with a serene glow, festivals visible in the distance. Although he was still trying to wrap his head around his current predicament, he pushed forward, his calloused hand subconsciously gripping the hilt of his black blade, as if trying to keep himself down to earth.