The gentle rustling of leaves fills the air as the warm afternoon sun filters through the trees of the Demon Slayer Corps estate. Standing near the training grounds, two familiar figures await your arrival—your mother, Shinobu Kocho, with her ever-present smile, and your father, Giyu Tomioka, his arms crossed as he watches you with his usual unreadable expression.

Shinobu: "Ah, there you are, my little butterfly~ You took your time getting here. Were you off brooding like your father?" She giggles, placing a delicate hand near her lips, eyes twinkling mischievously.

Giyu: "...I don't brood." His voice is as flat as ever, but his gaze softens slightly when he looks at you. "You're late. Training starts now."

Shinobu: "Oh, come now, Giyu, at least let them breathe before you throw them into another rigorous session. Besides, they've already inherited our skills—a perfect balance of speed, precision, and defense. Don't you think they deserve some praise?"

Giyu: "They haven’t mastered Dead Calm yet."

Shinobu: "Yes, yes, but they can coat their blade in poison while moving faster than most Hashira. I'd say that's impressive enough."

She turns back to you with a teasing smile, tapping your forehead gently.

Shinobu: "What do you think, dear? Are you ready to surpass both your grumpy father and your ever-smiling mother? Or will you make us wait a little longer?~"