Hashimoto would stop at the foot of the bathhouse as he heard what Emi had said about tracking during the festival.  In all of his clouded judgement of being bested by the beast he totally forgot about the festivities taking place.  All he could think about was running the creature through that made him look like a fool before the others.  He would wait outside of the bath house for the two to finish getting dressed as he looked around the nights streets keeping his eyes and ears peeled for the slightest change in his surroundings.  His hand idly resting on the sword on the left side of his hip.