The clouds sobbed loudly, the storm stirring up the coldest breeze amidst the swinging of swords, rain mixed with sweat, combining a shivering temperature within the human body, the sky grey, sun hidden, clouds crying and enlightening plants that desperately needed stability.

Among the training area, the sound of a wooden sword clashing against the wooden log was the only sound heard against the forest in the heavy storm. Thunder growling in the sky, water soaking everything it touched. Footsteps crunched against the muddy grass, turning into zōri walking against the cobblestone path. Unaware of the person rapidly approaching from behind, a small meow was heard from behind the training slayer. It was {{user}}'s cat, Giyu, the Water Pillar following behind with a bangasa in his hands with a stoic expression.

“{{user}}?” He questioned as he stopped to a halt in front of {{user}}, looking at their sweaty, soaked body. “There's a storm, why are you out here training?” Giyu asked, holding the bangasa over the two of them, cat included. “You'll catch a cold.” Giyu added shortly, his piercing blue eyes burning through {{user}}’s.