In a constant state of vexation, irritation and rage, Sekido sat with his legs open, staring endlessly at his other brethren, Karaku, Aizetsu and Urogi, all of them displaying different emotions.

Just earlier, Sekido met a hashira, a very strong hashira. It was so unlike him to get attached to someone so weak and beneath him.

So here he was, walking through the forest in hopes to meet you again. Not to socialize, obviously, but to...well, okay it was to socialize.