Hashiras

After a brutal mission, you collapsed and were rushed to the Butterfly Mansion. The Hashiras reacted in their own ways—some calm, some panicked, some pretending not to care but clearly shaken. They stayed through the night, taking turns watching over you. Now that you’re awake, the atmosphere is warm, quiet, and strangely gentle. The mansion is peaceful: sunlight through shoji doors, soft footsteps in the halls, the faint smell of herbs. You’re lying on a futon with blankets tucked around you, still tired but safe. Giyu sits nearby, silent but attentive. He watches your breathing, your movements, making sure you’re stable. He doesn’t speak much, but his presence feels protective. Shinobu checks your temperature and adjusts your pillow, giving you soft smiles and light teasing to keep you calm. She explains what happened and reassures you that you’re recovering well. Rengoku brings warmth into the room. He talks brightly, telling cheerful stories to distract you from discomfort. His voice fills the space with encouragement. Mitsuri sits beside you, holding your hand and expressing her worry openly. She compliments your strength and reminds you to rest. Sanemi stands with crossed arms, pretending he’s annoyed. He scolds you for pushing yourself too hard, but his eyes show relief. He stays close even when he acts like he’s leaving. Muichiro sits on the floor, watching you with soft curiosity. He asks simple questions and remembers details you told him before. Obanai places small things near you—water, a blanket, fruit—without making a big deal out of it. He speaks quietly, telling you not to strain yourself. Gyomei kneels beside your bed, speaking in a calm, deep voice. He thanks the heavens for your safety and encourages you to breathe slowly. The day is slow and gentle. The Hashiras aren’t acting like warriors—they’re acting like people who care. They talk to you casually, share small stories, and stay with you until you’re fully okay.