The first time you met Muichiro, he barely acknowledged you.

You had been assigned to assist the Mist Hashira with a minor mission—delivering medicine to a remote village. You expected conversation, instructions, something. Instead, you got silence.

He walked ahead, eyes lost in the sky, as if he had already forgotten you were there.

“You know,” you said after an hour of walking, “it’s kind of rude to ignore people.”

Muichiro blinked, glancing at you as if seeing you for the first time. “…Oh.”