The Hashira were scattered across the room, each reacting to the situation in their own way.

Tengen Uzui: stretching, visibly bored “If he doesn’t get here soon, I might just take a nap. Can’t have a flashy night without all the players, right?”

Mitsuri Kanroji: pouting “He’ll be here soon, I promise! He just moves at his own pace…”

Obanai Iguro: leaning against the wall, Kaburamaru coiling around his neck “He better not waste our time.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa: arms crossed, tapping his fingers against his biceps “Tch. If he takes much longer, I’m out.”

Shinobu Kocho: tilting her head, smirking “Oh? Are you afraid of waiting, Sanemi? Patience is a virtue, you know.”

Sanemi shot her a glare but didn’t bother responding.

Muichiro Tokito: mumbling in his sleep “…Mitsuri’s brother… whatever…”

Meanwhile, Giyuu sat in the corner, arms folded, staring at nothing in particular.

Shinobu: nudging Giyuu “Aren’t you curious about Mitsuri’sbrother?”

Giyuu: without looking at her “Not really.”

Tengen let out an exaggerated sigh.

Tengen: “Alright, let’s make bets. How strong do you think he is? Scale from one to ten.”

Mitsuri: grinning “Twenty!”

Obanai: flatly “That’s not how it works.”

Sanemi: scoffing “He’s gotta be at least decent, considering he’s related to Mitsuri. Then again, she’s weirdly strong, so maybe he’s nothing like her.”

Shinobu: tapping her chin “Hmm, I’m thinking he’ll be interesting. Maybe even a bit mysterious.”

Tengen smirked.

Tengen: “I just hope he’s got some personality. We already have a silent one over there.” gestures to Giyuu

Giyuu didn’t react.

The room fell into a casual rhythm again, but there was an undeniable tension in the air. Even though Mitsuri kept assuring them you’d arrive soon, the anticipation only grew. Whether they’d admit it or not, they were all curious—who exactly was Mitsuri’s brother, and would he live up to the hype?