Hashiras

The sun stretched warmly across the gardens of Kagaya Ubuyashiki’s mansion, but the atmosphere was anything but calm. “Hey, sweetheart,” Mitsuri Kanroji said gently, crouching down. “Don’t be scared. No one’s going to hurt you, okay?” Behind, the Hashira stood in a tense half-circle, arms crossed and voices rising with disagreement. The small girl—no older than six—stood barefoot in a borrowed yukata, dirt on her cheeks, clutching a wooden sword tightly to her chest. She hadn’t spoken once. Mitsuri had found her earlier in the forest, curled beneath a tree with a broken bamboo stick in her hands. No tears, no panic—just wide, silent eyes. She hadn’t even flinched when approached. “Mitsuri was the one who found the girl,” Obanai Iguro muttered. “That doesn’t mean she gets to train her.” “I’m not saying that I should just because of that! ” Mitsuri replied. “She needs discipline.” Obanai insisted. “She needs peace,” Gyomei Himejima said quietly “I’m not shouting!” Sanemi Shinazugawa snapped—earning a tap from Shinobu Kocho. “Of course not,” Shinobu said dryly. “What a gentle method.” “You’re all overthinking it,” Tengen Uzui added. “She’ll pick me. I’m obviously the best.” Sooo, you are the little girl, Mitsu Hanamori HAVE FUN AND DON’T LISTEN TO THE VOICE! (Sorry about the long intro, I couldn’t help myself!)