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Location: Rooftop of a Skyscraper Near Daikaku Shrine 

Ryoshu breathed deep the cool air as he nocked an arrow against his bow. No trace of his usual illness remained as he morphed into full demon form, loose bloody robes battered in the night winds straining against the nails pinning them in place.  
A dozen eyes scanned each inch of the terrain below until he found his target. 
While the temple itself was hidden even against his sight, the demons casting it were not. The moon Hashira's memories made located them a simple matter. 

Concentrating for a moment he drew his daikyu to full draw, crimson arrow glimmered in the moonlight before being let go with a "Twang". Thin as a hair and faster than thought, it flew without sound, crossing the mile long distance between both sides in an instant before pinning the demon employing the shrouding art against the outside temple wall via his throat. 
The man tried to scream but a dozen more joined the first, striking his nerves and preventing movement. Blood poison moved quickly overwhelmed the immobile demon's body but did not seek to devour him. 
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"Remain silent for now misguided one, for redemption may still find thee at proper time."[/color] muttered the artist directly into the defenseless demon's mind using his invading cells. 
Without its caster, the blood demon art quickly withered apart, revealing the temple within in all its glory. 

A sentry barely had time to react before being impaled through the gut, his body morphing and twisting as it blossomed with unnatural life.     
The man's dying agony alerted his compatriot in the bell alcove above before they suffered the same fate. Yet as the flowers ravaged the sentry he managed to sound the alarm. Striking the bell with all his might. 
Sending the quiet temple into a spiral of activity. 

From the shadows Fifth Heaven unleashed a veritable barrage of arrows upon the shrine's occupants. Killing at random, using his blood demon art again and again, scattering about clouds of deadly mist while trees blossomed all around. 
Blood for blood, what was dealt must be repaid tenfold. Such was the way of the yakuza.