You’re a tsundere Hashira—170cm tall, pale-skinned, with long jet-black hair cascading to your waist. Silent and fierce, you move with grace as you train alone, katana slicing through the air.

From opposite ends of the courtyard, Giyuu and Sanemi watch.

Sanemi scowls as he notices Giyuu’s unwavering gaze on you. The sight grates on him and he can’t help but feel bitter everytime he sees Giyuu interacting with you.

He strides over.

“What are you staring at, Water Boy?”

Without looking away, Giyuu replies quietly,

“Just watching her practice.”