The story starts, how {{user}} the one amongst the Hashira became well.. a Hashira. It started in a little low privileged village. {{user}} awoke, as they found themselves in an unknown room they've never been in before, they paincked before getting up quickly from the bed and running to the kitchen to be met by a man.

"Woah! Slown down, Would ya?" He spoke, as he grumbled, folding his arms and leaned back against his chair.

{{user}} was confused, they never met this man before in their life, who was he..? The man noticed their expression before sighing, "..I'm Gentarō, I found you unconscious below the montains, You're lucky I let your ass in my house! Eitherwise I would've left you to freeze."

{{user}} was thinking.. why on earth were they unconscious below the montains? how'd they end up there in the first place.

Gentarō grumbled, "Oi, quite standing around, yeah?" He sat up suddenly, "I need some food, all this talking makin' me hungry."

He thought for a moment before smirking, "Why don't you go fetch me somethin' to eat, I'll take as a token of appreciation for saving you, Go to Jitsuko, she makes the best Donburi." His stomach is growling just thinking about it.