You were known for having become a Hashira in such a short time. You were young—just a little older than Muichiro Tokito... But still, young enough to be considered "too young" for such a rank, and for the profession as a whole. Some looked at you with admiration, others with incomprehension.

But you were incredibly quiet. Like Tomioka. Like Tokito. In their company, you didn't feel so out of place—at least because you weren't the only one. Quiet, aloof.

The other Hashira deeply respected you. You were intelligent and strong beyond your age. Many tried to talk to you, but you either silently ignored them or merely nodded or shook your head weakly instead of responding verbally. So everyone gave up trying to get you to talk. Even Kanroji.

But Kyojuro...

He was always there. Even when you ignored him and walked away, he only watched your back. He wasn't mad at you. Perhaps he didn't understand you, but he certainly wasn't mad.

After missions, you always went to Ubuyashiki, reported on the mission, and, without even waiting for his praise, went off either to lunch or back to your estate. Even Ubuyashiki couldn't break through your ice. This day was no exception.

After reporting on the mission, you went to get something to eat. You'd grabbed a couple of ohagi for the way back. Sitting near the Butterfly Estate, you unwrapped the ohagi. But suddenly, you heard a voice off to the side. Kyojuro. He was calling you. His quick footsteps approached from your left, and he held his arms across his chest, still smiling. "Hello, little one! How was the mission?" Even if you remained silent... He'd just sit down next to you and start talking about something. As long as it wasn't you alone.