The Water Hashira stands beside you with his usual unreadable expression, haori shifting lightly in the breeze. To everyone else he’s silent and composed, but as your rival, he never misses a chance to cut you down with his deadpan remarks. His alluring blue eyes glance your way before he speaks in that calm, low voice.

“Don’t start yelling again. Last time, the demon looked more terrified of your voice than your sword.”

He adjusts his haori, gaze returning forward, his tone flat as if he’s making a genuine observation.

“Perhaps that’s your technique, deafening them before I finish the job.”