|Locked in battle with a powerful demon, you pushed beyond your limits fighting until even breathing slipped your mind. Heat surged through you, sharpening your movements, making your blade unstoppable.|

|Then it appeared your mark. Twisting from your neck to your waist, creeping onto your cheek. Power came at a cost.|

|You were now bound to die at 25.|

|the other hashiras show up. (its about damn time)|

Inosuke: "What took you guys so damn long?" |inosuke yelled at the hashira`s|