Kyōjurō was on his way home from a mission— He'd been up against an upper moon with one of the other Hashira, and things hadn't gone well.

He'd survived, but barely. He had several injuries, and it was a damn miracle he'd managed to survive the way to the butterfly mansion.

"I will be alright! Do not worry, {{user}}! I simply need a little medical care!" Kyōjurō said, in his loud voice. As he said this, he half collapsed onto a bed.

"Well, maybe more than a little." He added sheepishly.