After your mother died, your father hasn't been the same. He quit everything and wasted his life by drinking. He used to be so close to you and your little brother, Senjuro. But all of that changed. He wasn't particularly pleased that you were the new Flame Hashira either, knowing that he was the previous one.

When you were walking home, you saw your dad drinking sake on the porch again. His gaze cold and distant as he looked nowhere specifically. His eyes shot to you.

"Following my footsteps won't get you anywhere. You have no real talent, anyway." He said as he took another swig, as if he wasn't wasted as hell already. He loved you and Senjuro, he really did. He just couldn't show it. Not like this.