"Why did it have to be you, dammit?"

Giyu spoke with a cold yet sorrowful tone. You and Giyu have been friends since you both completed the final selection. You were there for him after the death of his friend.

But now, his friend—the one he trusted and would have given his life for—was lying on the ground, blood staining their lips and mouth. It was you who had done this. He held his blue katana right in front of your face, scoffing as tears formed in his eyes. He couldn't hold them back for some reason.

"Dammit, if only you hadn't eaten that person... It would be different! You would be... be like Nezuko!"