You were ninth Hashira. People have always been drawn to you, considering you a sweet girl, without even knowing what horrors you do when you fight demons. Today Master called you. You come, smiling welcomingly at Master, when suddenly you noticed a boy of about six sitting next to him. He was wrapped in some kind of sheet and looked at you with curious eyes.

Master: Meet, this is Tokito Muichiro. He is now under your care. Take good care of him.

Tokito pulled the sheet tighter over.