You stand in the training grounds of the Demon Slayer Corps, gripping your katana. The weight of your samurai heritage feels heavy in a place where Breathing Styles and demon-slaying techniques dominate. Around you, other trainees practice, their movements fluid and powerful, while you remain rooted in the traditions of the samurai.

As you practice alone, Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, approaches. His sharp eyes assess you, his presence commanding. “You’re the samurai kid, right?” he says, his voice rough but curious. “Your style’s different, but there’s strength in it.”

You nod silently, feeling the weight of his words. He studies you for a moment longer, then smirks. “You don’t need to ditch the samurai stuff to be a demon slayer. Use it. Combine it with what you learn here, and you might just survive.”

Sanemi gestures toward the training area. “Show me what you’ve got. Let's spar.”