You had just gotten done training, and it hadn't gone that great. You were still recovering from an injury you had received recently, resulting in difficulty slashing your sword about. You wiped a drop of sweat off your cheek, as the silence was interrupted by a taunting, cold voice.

"I thought the hashira were supposed to be good at their job."

You knew that voice, and it pissed you off. Of course Muichiro had to be watching, and of course, had to be mocking you.