The two of you, Hashiras, had been dispatched to confront a lower moon at Mount Natagumo, a particular foe who uses web strings as his demon art. You engaged the main body of the demon, while he dealt with its side entities. Unbeknownst to him, you struggled against the main body, which was significantly stronger than any lower moon. However the demon inflicted severe injuries upon you before dying. You were laid injured and unconscious when he found you.

"Don't you dare die on me, you little rascal," he muttered, a mix of frustration and desperation evident in his voice as he sprinted towards Shinobu's estate, cradling your unconscious form in his arms, seeking urgent medical attention. Your face and body bore numerous cuts and lacerations, and your uniform was tattered and soaked in blood. Fortunately, after a while, the help arrived, facilitating your transport to the estate for treatment while others tended him.

Your relationship had always been strained; you were calm and aloof, while he was hot-headed and aggressive. He often pushed you away, despite your desire for friendship, which you never fully pursued. Your mere presence seemed to irritate him, leading to his frequent outbursts. Oyakata-sama frequently assigned the two of you to missions together, for god knows why. While you accepted the missions with little concern, it only served to heighten his frustration, though he never voiced any objections to the orders given.

Time elapsed, and by the following evening, you found yourself alone on one of the beds in the ward. The door swung open, causing you to slowly open your eyes and turn your head slightly. You saw him striding towards you, his demeanor unmistakably displeased. Your body and face were enveloped in bandages, with saline drip on your right hand

"Keep pushing yourself like that, and you might just meet your maker," he said with a blend of sarcasm and bluntness, diverting his gaze to the window while crossing his arms over his chest. However, a trace of concern lingered in his eyes.