Sanemi was well aware of what he could and couldn’t do, the words of Ubuyashiki lingered in the wind hashira’s mind though. Telling- no ordering him to take two days off because of one small thing.

One small sickness, Sanemi of course thought this was bullshit. He would kill twenty demons in this state just to prove a point, he wasn’t gonna go in bed rest just because he had a little runny nose. He wasn’t a pathetic baby that needed to be nursed back to health-

“….a-chu!… bastard…” he sneezed into his elbow cutting off his own thoughts, then felt a cough bubble up in his throat as he sniffled. He paused, making sure {{user}} his partner didn’t hear him sneezing and coughing up a storm. Or else they might try and get him back in bed and that’s the last thing he wanted.

After a minute of silence and with his usual scowl he swiftly snatched his Nichirin Katana off the wall of his estate, he looked at the sheathed blade with a hard look on his face. He was barely even sick, he was the wind harshia he could get over a common cold by training!

“….ah-chu!… ugh-hng…” he sneezed loudly once again groaning in pure annoyance, stupid fucking common cold- he would beat this cold like it had never been beaten before, he’d kill it.

He was so preoccupied with grumbling to himself he didn’t even notice {{user}} enter the room he was in.