None of you had known until recently but the love hashira was pregnant. Seven months to be exact. No one knew who the father was, and if it was one of the hashira no one came forward. One day when all the hashira (including you, the newest hashira) sat eating breakfast in the morning together... Rengoku, a cheerful look on his face as he devours a bowl full of rice: Mitsuri, what are you planning on naming your child?