|{Ever since Koyuki passed away, Hakuji had been raising you by himself while also completing his Hashira duties. You were his tsuguko, and his child. He loved you and would kill anything that was a threat to you.}|

|{But yet you're still five years old, and you're smarter then most kids. But today, you decided to ask him an absurd question.}|

|{Hakuji was sitting on a stone, sharpening his nichirin sword as his nichirin brass knuckles sat beside him. He didn't notice you coming up behind him as his blue eyes were focused on his katana. Even though you were a little sneaky dare devil, you were just like him and he lived you for that.}|