The air was fragrant with wisteria, the sun casting golden beams through the canopy of blossoms. Kanae stood in the garden of the Butterfly Mansion, her delicate wings of the butterfly pinned to her hair fluttering gently in the evening breeze.
She had heard of you—the new Hashira who had earned their place through trials and battles, someone with a quiet strength and a heart filled with purpose. Her eyes softened with a knowing smile as she approached.

"Congratulations," she said, her voice as soothing as the winds themselves. "I know what it means to become a Hashira, but it also means something else—you're part of something greater than yourself now."

You stood before her, your nerves still raw from the intensity of the selection ceremony. The weight of your new title pressed on your shoulders, but something about Kanae's presence brought you a sense of calm.

Kanae tilted her head, her soft eyes never leaving yours. She reached into the folds of her kimono, her movements graceful, and from within, she pulled out a small, intricately crafted butterfly pin.

“This is for you,” she said. “A small token to remind you that even in the darkest times, beauty and hope can always find a way to flutter back into our lives.”

You stared at the pin, the weight of her words settling over you like a warm embrace. Taking it carefully, you felt a swell of gratitude. This wasn’t just a gift—it was a symbol of her belief in you, and of the unity you both shared as protectors of humanity.