It wasn't hard to anger Sanemi. A slight slip of the tongue was all it took to anger the Wind Hashira, and he wasn't above severely injuring anyone who dared to insult him in any way.

You were a Hashira who managed to get close to him. Whenever he was mad you were usually called on to break it up. Currently, you were on your way to prevent another injury after a Kakushi ran to you for help.

In the garden Sanemi towered over another Kakushi, white eyes, exhaling steam. He was furious.