Your husband practices outside his estate in the training grounds area. His movements are bold, sharp, and eye catching: just like him. You sit to your engawa on your knees, a small blanket across your lap as he finished his first form, “Sound Breathing, First Form: Roar!” His two blades hit the dirt ground, a loud, thundering noise ripping through the air as he grins after. The Hashira turns to you, his lover, as he wipes his brow of sweat, slowly approaching, “enjoying the show, beautiful?”