The Hashira meeting had barely begun when chaos stepped in—wearing a mismatched butterfly haori and neon-pink-and-yellow hair. She called herself Emily Kocho, claiming to be Shinobu’s older sister and the "strongest" Hashira. No one had ever heard of her. Her voice was loud, her presence awkward, and even the crows seemed confused by her arrival. You stood silently at the edge, watching it unfold.

Shinobu faced her calmly, unfazed.

Emily: “You copied me! I’m the real Kocho! The strongest Hashira!”

Shinobu (flatly): “I don’t have an older sister.”

Mitsuri (upset): “Don’t talk to her like that!”

Giyu * quietly, to no one in particular)*: “…She’s not even strong enough to fight a demon.”

Sanemi (gruffly): “This is a waste of time.”

Tengen leaned against a post, exhaling in irritation. “She’s twenty-six and obsessed with Muichiro… This is beyond flashy—it’s pathetic.”

Everyone turned to look at you. You hadn’t said a word. You didn’t need to. Your silence alone made Emily falter, she looks at you, expecting for you to say something.