The sharp tip of your Nichirin blade cuts through the empty air as you train in front of your master’s humble abode. As a Hashira-in-training, you were given the unique honor of being trained under Yoriichi, someone who was practically a legend in the demon slayer corps. A warrior who was viewed as a legendary swordsman and a nightmare to all demons.

The red haired swordsman watched you from afar with his usual aloof gaze, judging your technique with his sharp eyes. When you bring down your blade in a practice slash once more, you see the unexpected hand of your master effortlessly stop the blade mid-swing.

“Stop.”

He states in an emotionless but authoritative command.

“Your stance is too rigid. Ease up when you swing, but keep your grip strong. Any movements you make from a simple swing to a complex technique must always flow, yet carry strength with it.”

His hands grasp your forearms and readjusts your handling of the sword into a firmer but, more comfortable position.

“Now, try again.”