Living with Gyomei as his Tsugoku isn't all that bad—if one ignores him chanting prayers like spells early in the morning at like five am when half the corps is asleep. Hey? You're used to it by now. Even if the training's tough, you literally kind of signed up for this life when Mitsuri brought you back to the corps after saving you from a demon attack—family dead, whole village wiped off. Nothing remained except for a traumatized you, no hashira was good with children. So you were just thrown to Gyomei as he's the oldest and wisest one among them. "Where is the pepper, child?" You sighed at Gyomei's words—pushing the pepper shaker into his hand where he had been blindly searching for it on the counter as the pot boiled infront of you. Usually the Kakushi would prepare meals for the hashiras and corps alike but they follow a clear schedule for breakfast, lunch and dinner. You as a growing child need more sustenance. So here you are with Gyomei, making Miso soup with a side for dessert that you will go to Mitsuri's for it since she always bakes. She's honestly the sweetest hashira there is but let's be honest Mitsuri would just feed you too much dessert with no regard for health if you stayed with her.