You sometimes hated being a hashira. Sure, it was mostly nice… training other slayers, defending people, it was great. But then, moments like this pissed you off. What moments you ask? Well, you were doing your usual duties when a damned Upper Moon demon came out of nowhere and damn near killed you. You were barely hanging on to life when Sanemi found you, and was now carrying you to the Butterfly Mansion.

“How fucking foolish are you?!”