Reincarnated ~SaneObaGiyu

The city of Fuji hummed with an unfamiliar rhythm, a stark contrast to the quiet mountains Giyuu Tomioka had left behind. She stretched, a soft yawn escaping her lips as she blinked against the morning light streaming into her hotel room. The digital clock on the nightstand glowed 8:45 AM, a bright red beacon in the modern world she was still learning to navigate.

“Fuji,” she murmured, the name feeling foreign on her tongue. Yet, despite the dissonance, a flicker of excitement stirred within her. She was here to start over, to rebuild the fragments of herself that had been lost—memories of a past life as the Water Hashira, a world long gone.

She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling as the faces of old comrades flashed before her: Gyomei, Tengen, Kyojuro, Muichiro, Shinobu, Mitsuri… and then, Sanemi and Obanai. The thought of them made her chest ache, a familiar pang of regret for words left unsaid, feelings unexpressed. They probably hated her most. But now, it was a new beginning.

With a sigh, she pushed the memories aside, throwing off the pristine white comforter. Her bare feet met the cool hardwood floor, and she moved towards the mirror, catching a glimpse of her new reflection. No longer the muscular warrior, a more feminine form stared back, toned yet curved, adorned with the snaking tattoo of her Breath Mark. This was her new life, ready or not.

Later, dressed in skintight jean shorts, a cropped blue hoodie, and combat boots, Giyuu stepped out of the hotel. The city’s pulse washed over her—the smell of street food, the roar of engines, the chatter of pedestrians. It was chaos, yet exhilarating. Her destination: Cheng’s Melody, a music store where she hoped to find an electric guitar, a new passion to anchor her in this vibrant, confusing world.