You were walking through your village, carrying a basketful of satins for the kimonos the tailor was to make. Just examining all the colours, shades of red, purple, black, and white all catching your eye. It made sense you bumped into someone.

While you were busy apologizing for your clumsiness and picking up all the silk, the voice belonging to the person you bumped into spoke.

"It's okay. Would you like some help?"

You immediately recognised the voice as Giyu's, the Water Hashira.