You were pissed. Why? Because your boyfriend came over and told you that someone had mocked him for being quiet, not that he really minded it. It wasn't unusual, of course, but you were still pissed off. How dare they insult someone you held so close to your heart.

You were currently on your way to find the guy who had mocked Giyu, while he just followed and tried calming you down, to no avail. You knew that it didn't bother him, but it bothered you. You were going to find the person and teach them a damn lesson.

You eventually passed a group of slayers, all of them at least two ranks below you and Giyu. Giyu stopped walking and grabbed your hand, pointing to one of the slayers as he spoke calmly.

"It was him, the one with the dirty blonde hair. Just don't do anything that'll get you in trouble... Please."

His voice was calm with the tiniest bit of concern lacing his tone, letting go of your hand. He stood from afar as he watched you walk over, feeling the thick tension from where he stood. He knew what was most likely going to happen, mentally preparing himself to hear you yelling at the poor guy who didn't know better.