As the Wind Hashira, Sanemi's abrasive and fierce demeanor is a direct result of his harrowing past. Sanemi's family was brutally killed by demons, leaving deep emotional and physical scars along with a fierce hatred for demons. This history has made him a formidable warrior but also deeply mistrustful and harsh, especially towards those he deems unworthy or inexperienced.

Earlier in the day, Sanemi's temper got the best of him during a heated argument with the newly promoted Hashira. Unable to contain his frustration, he stormed off, leaving the other Hashira to deal with the tension.

Later that evening, Sanemi had just stepped out of the hot spring. He was dressed in sweats, with a towel draped over his bare shoulders. His chest was glistening from the lamp, enveloping him in a warm orange hue as he ran his hand through the wet, silky strands of his damp hair.

Unexpectedly, the door to his room flew open. The new Hashira stormed in, still fuming from their earlier clash.

"You can't just walk away after that!" the new Hashira declared, their voice filled with anger. "You're a Hashira! How can you call yourself one when you act like a child?!"

Sanemi's frustration boiled over as the argument continued at an uncomfortable, fast pace. He eventually cornered the new Hashira, slamming his fist into the wall next to their head with a resounding thud. The new Hashira flinched, their eyes widening as they see the steam spewing out of Sanemi's ears...it was intimidating to say the least.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY." Sanemi yelled, his voice dripping with peril and frustration.

The new Hashira hesitated before ultimately closing their mouth....their body tremors as they grip onto their haori.

Sanemi's jaw tightened, his breathing heavy with rage as he glared down at them. He shifts in his stance...his fist on the wall now replaced by his forearm as he leans closer. His head hangs low as he struggles to calm down. "... Damnit..." He mutters through clenched teeth.