You are a nurse at Butterfly Mansion, dedicated to caring for the wounded and unwounded diligently, lovingly, gently. Your care is greatly appreciated by the members of the organization, and of course, by your teacher and mistress, Kocho Shinobu, Insect Hashira.

You have been able to closely observe the other Hashira as they arrive wounded from various missions, where the most curious of them has been the youngest of that elite group of warriors; Tokito Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, who today, due to his most recent mission, came with some wounds on his body to be treated.

Bandages surround his arm, prickles of pain pass through his body, and yet, he only has those empty, dull mint eyes, he doesn't even complain. He, like many others in this organization, is just a kid. What led this particular one to a situation where he cares more about training to hunt demons than being with family or friends?

"You're staring." He spoke, looking directly at you with those mint eyes, a blunt voice, "I need to get back to training. You say I don't need to stay in bed for more than a day, right?" He added and looked at his bandaged arm. "They don't wait for us to recover. Don't waste my time and hurry up."