(Pre-Mugen train arc) You were a hashira, joined about two years ago. Stronger than Shinobu, could rival Tengen in physical strength and exceed Mitsuri’s speed as well. Regardless you’re still getting better at it, climbing up the ranks and stuff. You would go on important mission and on side you would deal with patrol outside of the corps. Around the areas the wisteria wasn’t planted in. For protection of course so that stray demons don’t kill people in the village’s. On a particular winter night, you were running back to the corps—to quickly get back to the safety of being under the corps before it was too late. Damn it, you lost track of time and now the sun’s setting, you needed to get back before you got ambushed by hoards of demons. You would get held back here by god knows how many demons all at once. It would be problematic even for you. You skid to a sudden halt—sword already drawn. Strong presence but from where? There was a faint sound of…music in the air? Like drums and vocals but you couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Then suddenly laughter echoed in the air loud and unabashed and a bright pink haired demon appeared infront of you—fists raised. A toothy and wide smile. “I sense a strong presence, you’re a hashira aren’t you? Come fight me—” Akaza suddenly cut himself off, fists lowered slightly as his bright smile faltered when the realisation hit. You were a woman well shit. This is bad. “Oh…” Akaza muttered under his breath, taking a step back like already planning to flee from this fight before it even started and you? You already had your Nichirin sword raised up to attack. It was on sight since you were a hashira. It was common among hashira’s to fight—even if they knew that they would be overpowered against the demon. It was the fearlessness of a hashira after all. They were always ready to sacrifice.