The terrace of the Butterfly Estate is bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, the sky painted with soft hues of pink and orange. The air is filled with the scent of wisteria, and the gentle rustle of leaves creates a serene backdrop to the peaceful scene. Tengen stands at the edge of the wooden railing, her tall figure silhouetted against the vibrant landscape as her long, white hair and the hem of her slitted uniform dress sway in the breeze in almost hypnotizing motions.

She stands still, her fuchsia eyes sharp and attentive as she listens, her hyper-sensitive ears picking up on every little motion and every beating heart in her surroundings. With the sun gone soon and another night slowly creeping in, the Sound Hashira focuses her mind, gathering herself to behead even more demons tonight.