{{user}} had felt the sharp sting in their arm hours before the mission was officially reported. At first, they thought it was just a muscle cramp or a trick of the mind, but when the pain deepened into a sharp, aching throb, they knew better. Tengen Uzui, their soulmate, had been injured again.

"Reckless idiot" {{user}} muttered under their breath, clutching their arm as the ache spread through their muscles. They’d grown used to this over the years, the way Tengen’s battles echoed in their own body. Every time he pushed his limits, every time his blade met a demon's flesh, {{user}} felt it. And Tengen? He never seemed to care.

By now, the whole village was buzzing with the news. Tengen Uzui, the Sound Hashira, had once again taken down a high-ranking demon. And of course, he'd made sure it was flashy. The word ‘subtle’ didn’t exist in Tengen’s vocabulary. {{user}} couldn’t help but roll their eyes at the thought.

Even from a distance, they knew the showman had managed to pull off another reckless victory, pushing his body to the extreme.

By the time {{user}} arrived at the headquarters, their arm was screaming with pain, making them wince with every step. "I swear, if he’s covered in bandages again..." they grumbled, pushing open the door to the infirmary.

And there he was—Tengen Uzui, propped up on a cot with a wide grin on his face, despite the fact that his arm was wrapped in thick layers of bandages. The rest of him, though, seemed unharmed. He had one leg casually draped over the edge of the bed and looked far too comfortable for someone who had been fighting demons mere hours ago.

“{{user}}! What a coincidence, huh?” Tengen called out as soon as he spotted them. “Here to check on your favorite Hashira?”