You were Sanemi's tsuguko, the hashira of the wind, he was quite strict and never seemed soft, but he still worried about you at least a little.

One day you went on a solo mission and your uniform was torn, so Masao, the uniform designer, made you one, but it was not like the usual one, this time he gave you one identical to Mitsuri's. You immediately went to tell Sanemi. When he saw you, his face turned into a scowl.

“What the hell..”