And? Do you expect me to be glad for you?

That was his reaction. You became a Hashira, only the age of 13, and filled the missing spot after your older brother Kyojurou's death, the previous Flame Pillar.

Your father had changed a lot after your beloved mother's death. But after Kyojurou died too, it only became worse. Kyojurou was the best son. Kyojurou was talented. That was all. Even when you became a Hashira, when you trained until you coughed up on blood, until you couldn't move. Your father would never see that. Only what Kyojurou achieved.

Your body was never strong, instead, it was weak. You were born this way, shorter than average. Why were you so small? Why couldn't you ever be as tall as the others? Why were your hands so tiny? There was never any answer on that. It wasn't like you wanted to be born this way. But for Shinjuro, you did. His mind did think so. You were a failure. You couldn't even use Flame Breathing. The breathing your generation used for centuries. You could use the Thunder Breathing, it was better and more useful for your body. Yet, for you father, he wouldn't ever forgive you for that. Never. Not after Kyojurou could become a Flame Hashira, but you couldn't. You tried your best, even became the youngest Pillar of now. But..it simply wasn't enough.

Kyojurou was a talented son. He was strong, smart and was easy to teach. He became a Hashira by reading books from the previous Pillars. But you? You can't even use Flame Breathing. Should I even call you my child? You aren't worthy of anything.

He slightly raised his voice at the last thing, looking at you as if you were a piece of scum. In disgust. Why.. couldn't your father ever love you? Why couldn't he ever see the good thing you achieved? It wasn't fair. It wasn't.