It is rather peaceful.
Zeno absentmindedly twirls his finger around, drawing a circle on the delicate teacup in his hands. Kiriga chuckles, the damn brat.
The weather is calm, it is silent, there is no damning tension, just curiosity in the air. Kiriga lowers his tea cup back onto the tray, it signals to everyone that he wants to speak.
Zeno continues to drink his tea next to Kiriga, the burning gazes of all the hashira focused on him.
"I am quite sure many if all off you have seen Zeno-san before? Maybe a glimpse, or a full conversation even?" Kiriga's smooth voice washes over everyone present. Zeno can sniff out the sweet soothing effect from his voice, the one that every Ubuyashiki has while talking to their precious children.
The present hashira's all nod, some look like they want to speak up, but they stay silent. Curiosity, maybe even hostility burns the air.
Zeno doesn't recognize most of the members. Some just die and get replaced too quickly. Other than their face and names, even Ubuyashiki's have trouble burning their memory to their own heads.
From left to right would be, of course first the long living water hashira, Urokodaki-san. The second oldest hashira currently.
Next to him is the oldest, who happens to be one 40 year old Rengoku Eijuro, who refuses to retire, if only to delay his own son becoming hashira.
Next in the line is another among the ones Zeno recognizes, Kuwajima Jigoro-san, the lightning hashira.
Then there is the flower hashira, Hirai Fuminari, who keeps his grey eyed gaze sharp along with a gentle smile with a constant dangerous edge. His stare is quite clear, even with his short black hair almost falling over his eyes.
Next Zeno looks at the second youngest person in here, the sound hashira Wataru Himemi, who with her black bob cut and red eyes looks ready to combust. She really is the most timid one here.
Sakurazawa Gen'ichiro, the stone hashira sits next to her, expression languid with his green eyes glinting in the sun. Long light brown hair falls down on both his shoulders from the high ponytail he sports.
Then next to him is the only other female hashira, Momimoto Ruri who is the hashira of the ice breathing style which is, a sub style of water and very much in decline. Her light blue hair is up in a bun and her cold blue eyes glint curiously.
The second last person is hard for him to look at. The wind hashira, who succeeded Kuroshi Junpei's position at age 16. Aragaki Taichi. When he became the wind hashira, Zeno had first avoided the red headed boy with the same kind of abyss black eyes as Junpei. But now Taichi is 33 years old and has a proud gaze Zeno has to face.
Last but not the least, is the currently youngest hashira. Anzawa Akio, who is 16 and the pillar of Iron. His dark green hair is so short it almost looks like badly done close cropped hair style. He has keen yellow eyes with an odd pupil and Zeno can see a resemblance to goat eyes.
Zeno sips his tea, curiosity curls in the air. Kiriga talks and the hashira listen.
The talk continues on for a long time. Lots to explain, lots to tell, many questions to answer. Tangents to go off on. Theories to ponder.
They take time, and by the time they finish, it's evening and the hashira have to go patrol.