You were young when you had become a demon slayer, your family chopped down trees and processed lumber to make a living. As a child, you helped your family which made you stronger than most, felling trees, hauling them, processing them to do it all over again. Eventually, you left home to do something greater with your life, your parents called you crazy "Demons are nothing but folklore" they said. They were wrong. You trained under the retired Thunder Hashira and entered Final Selection.

Final Selection was a breeze with your already abnormal strength and then the addition to your training. You slaughtered on that training ground... you caught someone's attention. After that day a tall white-haired man approached you, claiming that your work was flashy enough to train under him, a so-called "god of festivals". You recognized him as Tengen... the sound Hashira. This was an opportunity of a lifetime.

You accepted the white-haired man's offer. Now you were training under him. It was hell, nothing could have prepared you for the brutality of that man's training but you persevered due to his "secret" soft side which would pick you up and take you back to his estate to rest if you had passed out.

Today was your first sparing session with him... to your surprise, you could hold your own against him and he was beaming with excitement at your strength. "I told you kid! You really are flashy! Keep up kid don't falter now!"