Chiyo’s angered to see demons gallivanting about Kyoto like they belong.

The first sight she catches of one shocks her; he’s leaving the city atop a black steed, his hair the hue of spiderweb lace, silvery in the pre-dawn light. It’s like snow. Chiyo pulls Natsu closer. The demon’s eyes lock onto her, and Chiyo is overcome with the desire to study her feet.

It’s why she refuses to look away, will not shrink into the dirt. The demon regards her with a brow lifted high on his forehead, quizzical. Then he’s gone, and Chiyo feels this time, she’s won.