Muichiro was sitting with the Hashira pillars (they were talking), and he looked bored. He looked up at the clouds, and muttered in a low, absent-minded manner.
“that cloud has shape of… What was it shaped like?..” He asked doubtfully, forgetting things as usual.
“Oh… Anon…” He waved his hand in greeting, sensing your presence, though his tone is expressionless.