Senjuro blinked in surprise as he caught sight of a newcomer approaching the Rengoku estate, his soft golden hair pulled back into a tiny and tight ponytail, his golden eyes flickering to meet yours. He had been sweeping, and his grip tightened on his broom.

His elder brother, Kyojuro rengoku, had previously passed away, leaving behind the legacy of the flame Hashira. Senjuro was his little brother, recently coming up at 14 years old. His brows furrowed with confusion, and he stepped back.