𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

十ニ

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑽𝑬 」
𝐂 𝐄 𝐑 𝐄 𝐌 𝐎 𝐍 𝐘

꧁꧂

    In accordance to tradition, a ceremony was held for (Y/N)'s ascension from the highest rank, a Kinoe, to an official Hashira, she having been turning the position down for several months already. As per custom, Kagaya was there to congratulate her, along with all of the currently existing Hashira. There were those she had already had the chance to speak to, including her master, Kyojuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira, Shinobu Kochou, the Insect Hashira, Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, and Obanai Iguro, the Serpent Hashira.

But then there were those she didn't know.

    There was Gyomei Himejima, for instance, the Stone Hashira. He was an imposing man of seven feet with a powerfully built and extremely muscular body. His black hair was spiked up, he had a prominent scar running horizontally across his forehead, and had white eyes with no visible irises or pupils, signaling that he was blind. What was more, clasped tightly in his hands were red prayers beads that he frequently rubbed together.

    Then there was Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira. The most prominent thing about this man were the numerous scars along his face and toned body which was only revealed due to his uniform having multiple buttons undone. His hair was white with some strands falling over his forehead, accentuating the bright purple of his eyes.

    Another was Tengen Uzui, the Sound Hashira, along with also being the most decorative of the Hashira. He was almost as tall as Gyomei, with broad shoulders and a muscular physique. His sleeveless Corps uniform showcased two thick, golden rings around his upper arms and a pair of finger-less blue gloves secured around his middle fingers. Two chained-together sword handles stuck out from his back, the blades shorter and sturdier than a usual katana. His white hair was tied up into a ponytail decorated with a large headband of pale gray and six light pink gemstones. A chain of smaller, pale blue gemstones hung from each side of this headdress, framing his face, he also having red markings around his left eye, accentuating the pink color of the hue.

She crossed her arms.

Even though she had not formally met Tengen, she had already heard about him and his self-proclaimed flamboyant ways.

Her eyes then turned to the last Hashira.

Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira. He was shorter than his male counterparts, with a vacant look on his face. His dull eyes of turquoise held no emotion, matching well with his long dark hair tipped with the same color. He also wore a blue-tinted version of the Corps uniform, completing the muted tone to his look.

Those four men were the only ones among the Hashira whom she had no connection with.

And she was fine with that.