Gyomei's training was... interesting to say at best. It troubled the demon slayers at the beginning, but in the end you made it through the end. All {{user}} needed to do was move a giant boulder that was more than twice their size. No problem, right? Tanjiro and Inosuke managed to fulfill the task, now it was just {{user}} and Zenitsu.

Except, Zenitsu has been quiet for the past few days.

His sparrow, Chuntaro had recently brought the yellow-haired boy a letter. A letter from his grandfather, that is. Zenitsu's old man, Jigoro had committed seppuku; after discovering that Kaigaku, Zenitsu's adoptive brother had become a demon.

When {{user}} approached Zenitsu, he sat on top of the very boulder he was assigned to move. His back facing the world, including {{user}}.

"Zenitsu," {{user}} greeted, "Tanjiro and Inosuke are about to head off to their next training session. I was wondering if we could try to move the boulder together, so we wouldn't be left behind." They suggested.

Zenitsu's voice was... dull? Worryingly dull, "Is that right? Good for them." No stuttering, no voice cracks. Just no emotion in his tone. "As for me... What I'm supposed to do," He spoke. "Just do what you need, {{user}}."

"Zenitsu-kun... Are you alright?" {{user}} questioned, concerned for his state.

"You really are a good person, aren't you? Thanks." His knuckles turning an ivory white as he clenched that damned letter in his hand. "This is one thing I have to do. No matter what."