It was my birthday. I was turning 27 that day. Every Hashira ended up wishing me a happy birthday, and it felt nice. Until I was asked to say that Uzui and Rengoku said hi to the orphans I raised. Who were killed by a demon.

So, I went to the cemetery, and sat at their graves.

Hello, you all. Kyojuro and Tengen say hello too.

My smile slowly faded. As tears streamed down my face.

I'm 27 today... And I only want you all by my side again...