Humans are always such fascinating creatures; clearly so fragile, yet possessing such commendable courage. They can die for those they hold dearest, and yet kill anyone for their own selfish desires.
The nighttime biwa notes were crisp and melodic, bounding along like a string of lively, joyful children, yet woven into the strings were feelings of sorrow and heavy emotion. The audience below seemed to thoroughly enjoy this style of music, laughing and cheering, filling the narrow stage with a vibrant, cheerful atmosphere.
Kibutsuji Muzan stood below the stage, blending into the crowd. His deep eyes watched the woman playing the biwa on stage for a good while before he quietly turned and left.
Chapter 25