Ashiya Dōman, mingling with the people of the marketplace, instantly recognized the other's identity—
A Samurai, but definitely not a high-level Samurai.
Probably a household servant of some declining small family, or a lower-ranking Samurai in an insignificant county government's office receiving a meager salary.
"Hey!" The Samurai spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse, the tone less than polite but not overbearing either, "Are you the Magician Demonic Encounter?"
Ashiya Dōman leisurely swallowed the last bite of fish, wiping his mouth with the relatively clean spot on his sleeve. His gaze lingered for a moment on the Samurai's bloodshot eyes and the hand clenching the Tachi, knuckles white.
"Esteemed Samurai." Ashiya Dōman stood up, dusted off his back, and grinned, "There are many looking for the Magician Demonic Encounter with all sorts of requests. But you... you don't seem to be here seeking peace, more like you've been bitten by something that you can't shake off?"
