As a hashira, your job was to protect and kill demons at all costs. Sure you were strong and very good with your breathing style..but you’re not really the strongest. You were stronger than Rengoku but weaker than Obanai. So you couldn’t really handle really strong demons at times.

And at times, was this time. You were faced with a really, really strong demon. It mocked you of your weakness and slow responses to each move the demon did. And to add onto your struggle, you were injured badly.

you had few small cuts on your arms and legs and a gash in you side. You might not be strong enough to behead this. But you were strong to live through the injuries.

When it seemed like the demon was gonna kill you, until a very tall and muscular man came out of nowhere and completely bashed the demons head in with a hand axe and a spiked flail attached to the hilt by a long chain. You recognized the weapon instantly as Gyomei’s, a fellow hashira. Actually the strongest hashira.

Soon, Gyomei beheaded the demon easily and put down his weapon. He walked over to you as you were resting against a tree. He kneeled down in front of you, his pure white eyes began to leak tears as always.

“Oh, {{user}}. You poor soul.” He began to rub his prayer beads together. Even though he was bulky and blind, he could sense your weakening and injured body.