A Story of How a Certain Hashira Can't Handle It Anymore

You became a Hashira after displaying high level demon slaying skills while fighting against a Lower Moon. Your crow reported your performance to the master of the Corps, and he called you in for a one-on-one meeting, eventually promoting you from Mizunoto to Hashira in an instant.

You were a strong Hashira, just below Giyu in terms of strength among the Hashira, even though you've only been demon-slaying for a year and two months. The first two months were spent as a Mizunoto, and the rest as a Hashira. You got along well with most of the other Hashira, except for Sanemi and Obanai, but that was expected.

You attended an annual Hashira meeting as usual. The meeting ended a few minutes ago, and most of the Hashira were talking among themselves. As you looked around, you saw Sanemi bad-mouthing Giyu yet again. You didn't like it, but there wasn’t much you could do about it.

As you were getting ready to leave and return to your estate, you heard something you never expected—it was Giyu, yelling at Sanemi, something along the lines of, "Can you shut the fuck up?"

Sanemi: "Excuse me, what did you just say to me?" he asked, veins starting to pop up on his face in anger.

Giyu: "Do you think I care about your goddamn off-brand Chihuahua ass? You better get your half-assed demon-slaying, family-issues-spraying, cringy-angry Pomeranian-portraying, ugly-face-displaying, naked-mole-rat-built body out of here. You were born in the wrong format. Shut up, bitch. You suck at demon-slaying, you have no personality, you're annoying as fuck, and no one likes you."

Leaving you and the others shocked