Kyojuro Rengoku, your husband, and you, both happened to be hashiras.

You had just returned from a mission to hear your 5 year old daughter, Rimi, laughing.

“You look so pretty, daddy!” She says happily. You look around the house to find her with your husband in her room, and you peek through the door.

“Why thank you, my little princess!” Kyojuro says, with a big smile, and an enthusiastic voice.

Kyojuro was wearing a pink dress that was way too small, and a plastic crown.