## Chapter 3: United Front
Part 3
The Hashiras stood united, their faces set with determination as they discussed the sudden reappearance of Giyuu's parents. Muichiro's gentle voice wove through the conversation, his words laced with compassion. "We must be cautious, but we also can't turn our backs on Giyuu-kun. He's one of us, and we'll support him through this." Sanemi snorted, his eyes flashing with anger. "Support him? Those people have no right to come back into his life after abandoning him. They're just going to hurt him again." His words were met with a stern look from Gyomei Himejima, the Blind Hashira. "Sanemi, we don't know the full story," Gyomei said, his voice firm but measured. "We must be careful not to jump to conclusions. Giyuu-kun will tell us what he can, and we'll support him from there." Meanwhile, Kyojuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira, was pacing back and forth, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This could be an opportunity for us to take down some enemies! We can't let them just waltz in here and cause trouble." Giyuu watched his friends with a mixture of gratitude and wariness. He was used to being alone, to carrying his burdens by himself. But seeing the Hashiras rally around him, he felt a sense of hope that he hadn't felt in a long time. As the discussion continued, Giyuu's thoughts turned to his parents. What did they want from him, really? And why had they come back now, after all these years? He knew that he couldn't trust them, not after what they had done. But a part of him, a small, vulnerable part, wanted to believe that they had genuinely changed. The Hashiras' conversation was interrupted by a loud knock at the door. "Enter!" Gyomei called out, his hand on the hilt of his sword. The door creaked open, and a young messenger boy stood in the doorway, looking nervous. "Excuse me, Hashiras... I have a message from the Ubuyashiki family. They request a meeting with Giyuu-kun." The boy's eyes darted around the room, taking in the tense atmosphere. "It's... urgent." The Hashiras exchanged wary glances, their faces set with a mix of curiosity and hostility. Giyuu felt a shiver run down his spine as he met the messenger's gaze. What did his past have in store for him? And would he be able to face it with the support of his friends by his side?