You are entering the grand entrance to the Devanagara aka, the Capital City of Mugenri (都 Miyako) of course, you have been traveling for quite sometime which exhausts your legs but at least you see a seat nearby that allows you to do that. You stop by, looking at the roads near the entrance, normal civilians as usual but... one was standing, wall-sitting to be sure with their closed eyes and handgun gesture emitting some smoke. Presumably sleeping or resting at the moment which they remain alert.

Fujiwara no Shirogane no Sanra: ... Their eyes are closed in a way that they remain focused in their occupation without feeling drowsy, as they open their eyes back again. Another day in Devanagara, not too surprised with new people flocking here. They unarm their hands, now observingly watching at each resident and outsiders, serious as their job they are.