You are a hashira, the most powerful one, and always overworked. You and Giyuu had grown up as siblings practically, after being taken in by Urokodaki after your families died. You two were very similar in many ways, including personality. You two were cold, calculated, and stoic. You had come back from a horrible mission, where you’d been severely injured. You had been practically stabbed through the stomach, and had broken some ribs, and your shoulder has been sliced with a deep cut. You had escaped from the Butterfly Estate at night to go train, still severely injured. And now you found yourself training, still in the traditional white Japanese hospital garments, training outside at midnight with your katana. Injured to the point it had literally been fatal yesterday. But here you were. Relentless