“I hate having to ask you for help,” Giyuu keeps his tone serious, kneeling on the smooth wooden floor with one knee. Lowering his head in respect. "But we need you, Priestess." He forcefully swallows the lump in his throat. "I need your help."

Tomioka was proud man, extremely proud. Asking someone for help, especially you, was out of the question for him in every planet.

But when he was bitten by an Oni during a mission, and his blood quickly became contaminated, or he would ask for your help with treatment, or he would lose Hashira's position and probably be killed.

"Please" He forces himself, lowering his head even more. His right hand, covered in veins, firmly holds the katana sheathed at his waist. "I will do anything you want." And finally, pride dies.