Muichiro didn't know how long it's been since he's felt like this.

No one ever dared to speak back to him like you did. His title as a Hashira often left many too fearful to do so. Dealing with his words was easier than his blade, after all.

Though, that trait could not fall to you. Not when the sharpness of your tongue matched the strength in your technique.

"... You’re not bad.” He remarks, sheathing his sword with a small smile. His eyes fall to your sword—partially chipped by the sparring session. “You might be able to decapitate a demon… within the next decade or so.”