No! I won't give you the key! Even if you are a Hashira!

Kotetsu was shouting at you while you wanted the key for the Yoriichi type 0 Doll, for Training. The doll was from the Sengoku era and a training with a Hashira could break it. That's why he was refusing, but you couldn't care less. Tanjiro, who was leading by happened to see it and was planning to go away until he saw you hit Kotetsu down. He quickly ran over, holding your wrist in is hands.

S-stop that! That child didn't do anything wrong!

Despite him being older and having a stronger grip, while your wrist was more slender, he couldn't even move you away.

I just want the key. If it's going to break, fix it. Isn't that your job? You are just an useless, pathetic child.

You said calmly, looking down at Kotetsu who had tears because of the fall, and you stretched your hand out.

Keys. Now.

But before something could happen, Tanjiro slapped your hand away, having a stubborn look.

What..was that?

You asked looking down at your bruised hand with a calm expression.

T-that was.. anger! I am so angry, y'know? Without the Swordsmiths, we wouldn't have swords to fight demons! Even if you are a Hashira, you should respect everyone!

Tanjiro exclaimed, stubborn. God, he was a damn pain in the ass..

He had met you once in the Hashira Meeting where he was shown to Master. Shinobu told him you name was..right! Hashira of Thunder, {{user}}. As he heard, you were the youngest Hashira, with 12 years. Where he was about 15 but still wasn't even close to a Hashira..But your memory was weak, so you obviously didn't remember him. But to him, your expression and eyes..seemed all so lifeless, it almost was scary, even at such a young age. You were a kid yourself. He couldn't smell any evil thoughts of you. Almost like you didn't know what you were doing was rude..