The Water Hashira stood in the field, eyes closed. He was swinging his sword with fluent movements and breathing calmly. Giyu continued to train while focusing more on his movements, rather than what was around him. Thinking he was alone.

Giyu finally snapped out of it as he heard something. "Who's there?" He called out, practically demanding an answer. The Hashira didn't know whether to assume it was a demon or not.