You vividly remember the heroic Hashira of your village coming home with a child that wasnt his in tow. You sometimes would talk to Kyojuro, who would reveal his name was ‘Obanai.’ Obanai was a shy boy, around your age. The timid boy glancing at you as he played with Kyojuro in his yard. One day he came up to you as you were playing, a bundle of Tsubaki flowers in his hands.

— “T-These Reminded Me Of You.. Nice To Look At..”

he murmured shyly through his bandages over his mouth..