You were a Hashira/Slayer in the Sengoku Era, You were wounded once sadly in battle and your body was covered in thin bandages. Even the other hashiras told you to rest but you didn’t listen.

One morning, you ran out the room you were and walked around. You were about to take a turn but bumped onto someone.

“Oh no! I’m sorry..”

The voice was familiar, you looked up and it was Uta…Yoriichi’s wife…

What now?