The ashes floated up to the sky and dispersed through the air as the demon crumbled away. The Love Hashira retracted the whip-like sword into the sheath and began to scout the area for people in need of help.

There in the rubble of what was once a house was a small child, no older than seven. Not only that, there was no sign of their parents.

“Oh my! Are you alright?! Were you hurt in any way?!” Mitsuri said in a panic and slight sweat.