Being a Hashira came with many risks, doubling chance of death by fights, limiting your lifetime to 25 for most. You knew this.

You sat, now missing an arm. Battling with 3 LowerMoon’s did not treat you well, but you slayed the demons.

Butterfly mansion was quiet today, which made everything worst right now.. before you heard a deep voice speak.

”My child, have you been doing well?”

It was Gyomei in all of his blind glory, rubbing his prayer beads as tears rolled down his eyes.