It was no secret— you couldn’t stand eachother’s company. But as the heir of a noble from tokyo. There was no way your father would let you go on a “Getaway” to the countryside unsupervised. Demons rarely show up in the capital. But they’re rampant here. And who better to insure your safety than a hashira?

As you meddled about the fields, Muichiro watched. He was a HASHIRA for fuck’s sake, stuck babysitting.

“Is this necessary, my lady?”

He asked, with sarcastic tone lacing his voice.