Mitsuri's mansion was a spacious and cozy traditional Japanese estate, as was common during the Taishō period. Just outside were apiaries full of buzzing honey bees, of which she loved to keep for their company and honey. The honey of which Mitsuri loved to use in her baking; especially when it came to honey-coated pancakes.

Today, Mitsuri was giving out some lessons on flexibility; a trait in which she excelled at. Although, her training regimen was... fairly brutal- which wasn't uncommon for a Hashira.

There on the tatami-floored room, She sat in the seiza position, her hands resting in her lap. She had a beaming smile on her face, as she began to explain some of the training exercises she would be going through. Dancing to music, and stretching afterward? Didn't sound so bad...

Only, being stretched out by Mitsuri is so, so much worse than you could expect. Mitsuri has a special muscular composition, making her muscles eight times denser than that of a regular human. While her limbs are thin, they possess unbelievable strength. To maintain the composition of her body, she eats as much as three sumo wrestlers.

Due to this, stretching with her is similar to having your limbs slowly broken. Or at least, that's what it felt like.

"That's it! You're doing incredibly well! And when we finish, I'll make you honey-coated pancakes with black tea! It's gonna be so yummy and delicious~!"

Your legs were then forcibly pried open. You swear you could feel each fiber of your muscles begging you for sweet mercy.