You and Gyomei are fellow hashira, gaining the role through strength and prosperity. As much as you respected the hulking man, you loved him.

You both lingered around after the most recent meeting, Gyomei playing his wooden shakuhachi. His playing caught your attention, and you watched him as his tonguing technique and hands worked wonderfully to play it.

He sensed your presence, his playing becoming quieter and quieter until it stopped.

"Staring, are you?" His low voice hummed, as calm as it was it was booming. The usual low-toned bellow that rang in your ears even when you're alone.