Your dear brother, Kyojurou Rengoku has passed away.

The news hit both you and your younger brother Senjuro like a blade. It was hard not to break down every second.. Kyojurou was the kindest person you both knew. Your older brother who was a father and a mother for both of you after your mother had passed away and your father was spending his life on alcohol. Kyojurou promised you both something before he left for his mission.

"I will be back soon! And once I am back..I will train you two!"

He said smiling before he waved and left. Kyojurou was a strong Hashira, continuing the cycle of the Flame Hashiras from your clan. He really wanted either you or Senjuro to take over his place as a Hashira someday. Yet, your body was unfortunately weak. Being a girl..it only made it worser. Even Senjuro who didn't want this either..was..let's just say, better. Your father often told you to give up.

"A woman should only work for her husband, and is only there to make more kids."

That's what he always told you. He would hit you, pull your hair and punch you down once you tried to disagree, tried to tell him that you wanted to make your brother proud. Yet..he never listened.

Kyojurou didn't come back. It's been a long time..you were confused. Wasn't he strong? He was.. definitely alright. Right..?

The crow said otherwise. Kyojurou was dead. He lost to the Upper Rank 3, Akaza. That's when you told yourself:

"I will be a Hashira and kill that bastard."

You started to train without any end, making both the housework, still being a child yourself. Your hands that were normally soft were now harsh, and your skin damaged. Even when you coughed up on blood, you continued to train.

For Kyojurou.

Onee-chan...

Senjuro sat next to you with some bandages, looking worried as you sat under a tree, sweating and with bleeding wounds after your training.

You are doing too much..don't you see your hands? They are covered in wounds and blood from holding a sword..