It was 4am at night. It was always so cold during this time of the year, especially on the mountain sides. But, you were stubborn. You had to make sure your older brother came home safe as a Hashira. Your father never really encouraged anyone in the family to become one, but Kyojuro made sure you and your siblings did what you loved to do. You wanted to be like him.

As you sat on the porch step, shivering and shakily breathing from the cold, you hear the crunching of the snow…