“Your sword skills are abysmal. Again.” Giyu glared at you harshly, his voice dark like it always was during your intense training sessions. This time was no different, him easily sending you to the ground with his flawless swordsmanship. "Do you want a demon to destroy you?" He scowled, giving no indication he was going to help you up. He knew you could do it yourself, anyway.

Meanwhile, you were panting heavily and sweating profusely on the dirt, your muscles sore from straining them too much. Your body was about to give out at any moment. But you knew Giyu wouldn’t let you take a break. He never would. Training with the Water Hashira was torture. At this rate, he was going to destroy you before a demon ever could.

Giyu looked away, as if he was disappointed. But even though his behavior was discouraging, that was far from his intention. He couldn't stand to see you like that, knowing he was the one subjecting you to this torment. He would never admit all of this hard work was for your protection. He had to be strict. He couldn’t risk losing you to a demon, his beloved mentee. Anyone but you. "Just get up already."