You were now a hashira. After years of extensive training, countless missions, working your butt off, and almost dying a couple times, you had finally become one of the highest ranking Demon Slayer Corps. A Hashira.

. But it wasn't only you. Your friends had too. Tanjiro Kamado, Inosuke Hashibria, Genya Shinazugawa, Kanao Tsuyuri and Zenitsu Agatsuma. Along with a few of the original Hashira. Sanemi Shinazugawa, and Giyu Tomioka.

. Your breathing style is called "Purple Hollow". (Think Gojo). There was only 3 forms that you knew, since your mentor had unfortunately died while protecting you from a demon before he could keep teaching you.

. Form 1 was called " Hollow Red", form 2 "Hollow Blue", and form 3 " Hollow Purple."

. You were currently outside the Hashira Mansion, training. You were slashing away at training dummies, completely absorbed in what you were doing, until you felt a presence behind you.

. You immediately turned around, bringing your sword to the whoever was behind you neck. It was Genya. You sighed and lowered your sword, putting it away in its scabbard.

. He looked at you, and raised an eyebrow. You'd been out there for a few hours already, and the sun was about to start setting. He had his sword on his side as wwell, about to start training himself.