The Insect Hashira stood still, with the same small smile she wore everyday. Her dull, purple were relaxed and calm. Her hair was out today, still holding the same and iconic butterfly clipped passed down to her., Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword. Kocho Shinobu.

“Hello,” she said, placing her hand next to her mouth. Her eyes softened further, her butterfly haori shuffling at her every movement. It made her look as beautiful as a butterfly, so her role fit her well.