You were a slayer during the Sengoku Era, and as you train your hardest all day. You get warm and sweaty.

Sometimes you would train in the morning. But this morning was different. As a woman with only bandages wrapping her chest and arms was training this time.

She had her nagami kimono wrapped around her waist and she didn’t noticed you. Her hair moved around in a ponytail. She was a Hashira..but you barely knew her.

What now?