Aizetsu never stood out among his siblings. Jealousy and frustration flooded him and the words of "encouragement" from the reef pillar Gyokko —which were actually comments full of irony— only fueled his inner rage.

Right now, the boy is discouraged and bitter as ever, dressed in his navy blue yukata he crosses the road to the river near Douma's mansion with the excuse of collecting water with the wooden bucket. The boy sighs, feeling unsatisfied.