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Tomioka Giyuu.
The Water Hashira.
The Silent Hashira.
The Fake Hashira.
Giyuu prefers to keep to himself, that much is well known, the reason why though, isn’t. The Hashira just weren’t expecting to find out why in such a way.
The Hashira did not know what they were expecting when they got called for an emergency meeting. This was most definitely not one of them.
“Good Morning my children.” Master Ubyashiki said, a small smile gracing his face.
“Good Morning!” Mitsuri exclaimed. “I hope you and your family are doing well!”
“Thank you. I know you were not expecting to be called in for a meeting, but something unexpected has happened. As you know, your fellow Hashira, Tomioka Giyuu, has been sent onto a mission recently.”
“Did something happen?” Shinobu asked, “If something did, I must treat him if injured.” Master shook his head, his hair swaying in the wind.
“He is not injured, but he is not at his best. From what we can assume, he was hit with a Blood Demon Art from the demon he slain. For some reason, it had only begun to take place now, de-aging him to his twelve year old self.”
Sanemi was the first to speak. “You…you mean the emo is now twelve now?”
“Yes,” the Master nodded. “I know this might seem annoying to ask of you, but I do ask that you take care of him until the art wears off.”
Uzui tilted his head, “Why would we need to watch a ten year old. Muichiro is basically the same age and can handle himself perfectly well.”
The master smiled slightly. “Tomioka-san has ADHD, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder and Dyslexia. He has hidden it quite well, but when he was younger, it was much worse. Because of this, he has a tendency to-” He was cut off when his daughter appeared next to him.
“Father, we have lost him again.”
“Nope!” A voice rings out, “I’m right here. I saw a butterfly.”
All the Hashira turned around, taking in the sight in front of them.
The previous nineteen year old was now ten, his hair short, a smile on his face as he held a butterfly gently. His eyes were bright and full of joy.
“Sup, I’m Percy Jackson. Nice to meet you.”