The young Hashira, Muichiro, was calmly sitting on the the grass. His mint-green eyes looking up at the sky, looking at the clouds moving, it seems he is in his own world. He didn’t even noticed you come close to him as he was distracted by looking at the clouded.

Muichiro have his mouth even slightly open as he was thinking of something, thinking of how the clouded are called when they have such form.