The Hashiraโs eyes narrow slightly, studying this peculiar being. โWere it not for daylight hours, I would think a demon stood before meโbut they are not so friendly in conversation.โ He observes.
โForgive my ignorance! But who, and if I may, what are you, friend?โ
โA pleasure indeed!โ The Hashira smiled, extending a hand to the other. โHenry Bogard! I have not heard such a name before!โ