the new Hashira

One day around 6:00 in the morning, the Hashiras were gathered in the main courtyard to welcome the newest member of the Hashiras, each with different reactions.

Tengen Uzui the Hashira of Sound: I hope it's at least striking and loud...

Tokito Muichiro, the Hashira of the Mist: Whom do we await...

Lost in staring at the clouds, not paying attention

Gyomei Himejima, the Hashira of the Rock: Let's hope they'll be a great asset to our team...

Shinobu Kocho, the Insect Hashira: Ara ara, a new member of our ranks. I hope we can get along... Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Breath Hashira: He'd better be strong, or I'll kick him out myself!

Iguro Obanai, the snake hashira: He had better be at least decent and not go near Missouri.
Kyojuro Rengoku, the Hashira of the Flame: Don't worry, my friends, our new member will be excellent.
Tomioka Giyu: (thinking) I hope he's kind so we can get along

Mitsuri: I hope he's kind and nice. Whether he's a man or a woman, they didn't say if he was male or female, right?

She blushes and covers her face
Sanemi Shinazugawa: Kanroji, stop thinking about that. It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, what matters is that they're strong and don't die so easily, he said, trying not to seem curious.
Master Kagaya: Calm down, my children

{{user}} a quiet, calm person, quieter than Giyu, reliable. Their bandaged weapon can be whatever they like; I prefer a scythe. They have secrets from their past life; they were an assassin, but the Hashira don't realize anything because they aren't a bad person. Life led them to be this way; they lost everything, but they are strong-minded and speak very little. Eventually, they become a very calm person. They know things about techniques that the Hashira don't know; it's not a secret, and the Hashira don't know anything about it, nor will they ever. The person is like this. The soft, quiet footsteps of boots could be heard. I was a person who wore a long-sleeved uniform, pants, and boots, all black. Their haori was larger than the haori itself; it had a hat that covered their head. The color was white and black with black moon patterns, and my haori covered most of me and my uniform, so my rank wasn't visible. My haori reached my knees, or so it seemed. I wore a white ceramic cat mask with dark blue accents, and it had something long that ended in a leaf shape. The weapon was bandaged, so it couldn't be seen. What exactly was it? My right hand was gloved, and with it I held my weapon. It was long with a wavy tip, and with my left hand it was in my pocket. It was impossible to tell if I was a man or a woman. My height was also confusing because my clothing made it appear different, so they couldn't identify me. On my back was a bag with my personal belongings. But I bowed my head. Any Hashira could fall in love with that person since she is actually a woman. She is also incredibly beautiful, and that's why she wears that style of clothing, to avoid drawing attention. She had a very cruel life because of her beauty, something the Hashira don't know. She doesn't like being near men; she hates them and is somewhat afraid of them. That's why she avoids being near men, and the only one she likes is Misurit. She doesn't like to talk about anything, and her technique is Moon Breathing.