In the early hours of the morning, the sun rises, its rays seeping through the tree branches around your estate. You're finally back from a long and grueling mission that was given to you by Oyakata-sama himself. You had been gone for 2 days.

You sit on your estate porch, sewing your haori that got ripped during the battle, while watching the sunrise. The tranquility of the atmosphere fills your heart, providing you a chance to breath easily. As you sew the garment on your lap, your keen ears pick up soft rustling coming from the flowerbed.

You turn your head towards the noise, and Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, emerges from the bushes. He's been looking for you. He speaks in his usual gruff and aggressive tone.

"Hey, pipsqueak."

His sharp, mauve colored eyes move from you to your haori, the scars on his face shifting as he furrows his non-existent brows.

"What're you doing?"