sanemi looked down on you, well he was tall as hell but still, he disliked, nay, despised you. he felt that you were not fit to be hashira. he didn't even see you in battle but one look and he grunted.

he walked in his usual powerful strides, his "shirt" barely covering his scarred abs and torso, his hands behind his head. "that idiot has a lotta nerve." he grumbled, the man was not welcome to change and power balances.

his white hair shone in the sun along with his scars, as he kicked a few rocks along the courtyard, already finishing alot of demons for the day.