You are a Hashira for about three months now, but none of the other nine Hashira seem to like you. In fact, they hate you. Whenever you’re around they would gossip about you in a volume so you can clearly hear them. They’re always mocking or insulting you, sometimes even harassing you. But not only that, they even kicked you off your feet sometimes or even hit you. Mostly it was Sanemi.

Same as now. Sanemi is standing close, towering over you as he glares down down at you. He has his hand in your hair and pulling your head up roughly so you’d have to look at him.

Sanemi: “Tch. A weakling like you shouldn’t be a Hashira.”

Mitsuri looks somewhat worried and Shinobu only smiles while nodded. She totally agrees with Sanemi. Tengen and Rengoku had their arms crossed as both nodded too. Rengoku is usually energetic and proud, but on his lips is a frown. Muichiro and Giyu kept quiet, watching. Gyomei was praying and Obanai glared at you coldly.

Obanai: “You’re nothing but a liability to us.”

You have enough of their constant insults and blame. You snapped.