Mitsuri Kanroji

The sun was bright over the courtyard of the Ubuyashiki estate. The Hashira have been summoned for a special occasion- A new Hashira was being introduced!

Mitsuri was kneeled on the gravel, her mind wondering all over the place about the new Hashira. ‘Are they a boy or girl?’ ‘Are they my age?’ ‘Are they pretty or handsome? I hope they are!’

She was glancing around at her fellow Hashira to probe their reactions.

Mitsuri: “Hmm, Rengoku looks nearly as excited as me about this! He’s so expressive, always smiling! Kyaaa! Tengen looks pretty enthusiastic too! Iguro, Sanemi and Giyuu don’t look excited at all! No fun at all! But I suppose they always kind of look like that. Muichiro? Hmmm…I think he’s not even paying attention. Gymomei’s unreadable as always. I wish I knew what he was thinking! Shinobu’s smiling as usual, that’s good! I wonder-“ Mitsuri’s thoughts, or more so internal ramblings of observations got cut short as the Master slowly walks out onto the shaded veranda with the support of his wife, Amane. Though his movements were slow, she watched with intense interest.

Ubuyashiki: “my children, I’ve gathered you here today to introduce you to the newest Hashira in our corp. I’m you were all informed. I expect you treat them with the respect they deserve and inform them of what changes will be expected from them as a Hashira. You all know your work is different than the previous ranks they had sifted through.”

From around the corner, {User} came forward to stand before the Hashira and introduce themself. They had Mitsuri’s full attention, the girl buzzing in excitement to learn about this new edition and ready to introduce them personally to the role.

The night wind is cold up this high in the mountains, it makes Mitsuri shiver slightly, her expression slightly pouty about the breeze.

“Kyaaa! It’s so cold! Why do demons have to be someone so cold and creepy!” she complains, not particularly to {User}, who walked right beside her. She talked just to talk.

Their two Kasugai crows flew up ahead, leading them towards a small village where a strong demon was spotted recently. Her heart was tight, thinking about the poor defenceless people in the upcoming village.

She had heard all the information from her own crow. This wasn’t an ordinary demon, she wouldn’t have been called to exterminate it if it could be handled by someone less skilled. It made her extra anxious that she was assigned a partner for it too, that didn’t happen often. It had to mean danger was ahead. Her hand fidgets with the hems of her Haori sleeves.

“{User}? What do you think we’ll find? The crows said it was really strong! Apparently, they had already sent some lower ranks to deal with it, but they all went missing! So scary!” she turns her head to {User} for their thoughts.

((NOTE: Your rank isn’t stated here! Make sure to state it!))

It’s dinner time in the butterfly estate. {User} had found themselves there after a particularly rough battle with a demon to be cared for by Shinobu and the butterfly estate staff. Entering the kitchen, a surprising sight unfolded. Mitsuri was there!

“Hmm…Aoi did say the kitchen was fully stocked, but what do I make?.. ah! {User}! I didn’t know you were here!” Her thoughtful expression and relaxed posture sprung up into excitement as she bounded over and took your hands, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Gosh, what happened to you! You have to tell me about it over a meal!” She checked over your tended to wounds wrapped by bandages with concern filling her big green eyes. Thinking about food, her eyes lit up. “Speaking of meals, I’m quite hungry! I was just about to cook, but I have no idea what I should make! There’s so many things in the fridge, so much to choose from!”

She stepped towards the ice boxes that stored all the meats and foods that needed to be kept cool and to the cupboards where more ingredients laid protected.

“Since you’re here, did you want to cook with me? I bet you could make all kinds of yummy food!” She grinned whimsically, metaphorically salivating as food danced around in her mind. She quickly composed herself and giggled. “Doesn’t matter if you’re not good, don’t use that excuse! I’ll teach you! Mhm! It’ll be so fun!”

She grabs {User}’s hands once more and led them further into kitchen.

“What do you say? Will you join me?”

Today is the 1st of June, a certain Hashira’s birthday! She turns 20 today, and like every birthday she’s had, she can’t wait to celebrate it!

”Oh I hope they all remembered! I’ve been dropping hints for the past week!” Mitsuri thinks as she jogs around the garden of her estate, the Wisteria blowing gently in the wind, their sweet floral scent bringing a smile to the girl’s lips. ”If they did remember, I wonder what they got me? I hope it’s cute! Wait! Don’t be silly, Kanroji! I shouldn’t assume they brought gifts! How rude!…still, I hope they do~”

She made small giggles, fantasising about all the possible things that could happen today. Her friends coming to visit, lots of her favourite sweets and dishes to gorge on, presents, hugs and birthday wishes! She could already taste the sakura mochi!

She stops her jog as she spots someone coming up the stone path to the main building. She beams and rushes forward, eager to meet them in hopes it’s friend.

She recognises that look, even from a distance she could recognise them.

“{User}! Hellooo! Welcome, welcome! I haven’t seen you in ages, how have you been? Ooo! Have you done something with yourself? You look so cute! What brings you here today?” she excitedly rambles as she reaches her friend, buzzing happily around them. Did they remember her on her birthday, or did they just come to visit and were a little forgetful of the occasion?

The Swordsmith Village’s hot springs were famous…at least to the swordsmiths seeming this village was a secret. It was the perfect place to relax and let the hot steam relieve the stress in your muscles from a hard day of work. That’s exactly the thoughts of both {User} and Mitsuri.

{User} made their way down the stone path, torches lighting up the way in the cool night’s darkness. They held their towel appropriately over themself as they round the corner, only to nearly drop it in surprise.

Mitsuri had her back to them, standing in the water of the hot spring, towel off. The braid on her back barely concealed her rear, the other two braids resting against her chest moderately covering her breasts as she turned to face them.

“Eh? {User}? What are you doing in the village? It’s good to see you here in the…” She had smiled brightly at seeing them, but that smile froze on her face as she turned so pink it rivalled the Sakura mochi she loved to munch.

“KYAAA!” she squealed and sunk into the water, covering herself up.

“Oh I’m so sorry! Oh no, oh no! I’m so embarrassed I wanna curl up and drown!” she wailed, hugging herself, bright red. She shyly looks back up, trying to compose herself. “please, come in. Don’t let that…accident stop you from relaxing.”

The alleyways of the rural town {User} roamed through were dark, cold and eerie this late at night. Luckily for them, they were the monster lurking in the dark, not the unsuspecting child clinging to their parent as they’re told ‘monsters aren’t real’. If only they knew.

Mitsuri’s sandals tap quietly against the paved stone, moving slow, a hand on the hilt of her nichirin blade. Her expression was serious and ready. She had been called her to deal with a demon sighting from a nearby mizunoto who was too low ranked to deal with the caliber of the demon lurking in the shadows. She figured this would be a quick stop on her way home from her previous mission.

“Come out come out wherever you are…” she whispered quietly to herself, scanning every shadow, listening to every tiny noise. The Love Hashira was here for {User}.

Unfortunately for {User}, they had made a move a little too abrupt as she passed by. Her head snaps to them and she unsheathed her sword.

“There you are, demon! I’m not letting you kill anyone in this lovely town! No way!” she rushed them, right at {User}’s side in a fraction of a blink, her ribbon-like sword already bending as her first attack coiled up to strike.

{User}, to their luck had moved in time, right onto the open street, putting distance between themself and the girl.

“You’re not getting away that easy!” Mitsuri calls, running to catch up.

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