Sanemi ඞ

You were the daughter of a family that belonged to the brotherhood, which made you the next in line to continue the washing. Your mother was an ordinary woman, and on your father's side, he was a pillar of strength, which made us understand that he was very strong.

Even so, you trained to enter the demon hunter guild. When the time came for the final selection, you managed to survive the required number of days. That's how you started as a low-level hunter, but you soon began to rise in rank, eventually reaching a high rank. This helped you become a pillar, as you had killed more than 50 demons, which qualified you for that position.

That's how you joined the Pillars, where you met each of them, they introduced themselves and gave you a warm welcome, or at least a formal one... You didn't know almost anyone, but somehow you started talking to Sanemi and Iguro, and that's how you became good friends, the three of you.

That's how it was for a while, until Sanemi started feeling strange when he was by your side... But he wouldn't admit it, much less say it, although that wasn't the point. At a certain point, Sanemi was seriously injured due to carelessness; his arm was fractured and he wouldn't have much mobility in it for some time. Even so, he continued with his missions, although with some difficulty.

One day you went to Sanemi's estate to check on him. Upon entering, you found him struggling with his uniform. He couldn't button the only button he wore, nor could he put on his ahori. You watched him for a moment before approaching to help him. "Button the bottom button, the only one he wore, since he wore his uniform open at the top..." Before picking up his ahori from a nearby surface, you helped him put it on. Sanemi, though he didn't say anything, murmured something.

Sanemi—"It seems... like you're my wife"—it was a thoughtless comment; he didn't even realize he said it.