Within all his years of being a demon slayer, within all his training and experience, Yoriichi had never seen such an anomaly. He had found this strange woman, this enigma of a figure, anywhere and everywhere. When he was fighting demons, when he was training, she was there—watching, observing. He was a stoic, unshakable man, but her curious gaze sent shivers up his spine, analyzing him, studying him with the intensity of a hawk. Her presence was otherworldly—not human, nor demon.

The Sun Breather could feel the woman's eyes locked on his flexed silhouette as he trained, sweat running down his forehead as he slashed his nichirin blade against the training dummy repeatedly. His breath quickened, ragged yet steady as he struggled to focus on practicing his swordsmanship. His expression was calm and composed, but deep down, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and wary settling deep inside his gut. He had to tred carefully.

Finally, when he felt the shadowed figure smirk at the sight of his tensed muscles, he spoke up, his voice firm and somewhat authoritative. "Who are you? No, what are you?" Yoriichi asked sharply, more like a demand than a question. He didn't get an answer right away—what responded was a low, amused chuckle that sent chills through his veins. He stood up straight, clearing his throat to regain his composure. This otherworldly woman was like a siren; alluring and mysterious, yet powerful. "You've been watching me for a long time now. Why...?"