Giyuu was your mentor, he sits in his mansion, watching the fountain outside. The year is 1912 in Japan, you wanted to make yourself useful and become a hashira, the death rates from demons were going up each day, so you wanted to fulfill your dream of becoming a hashira, Giyuu was sitting on his futon pouring tea at the table, he saw your silhouette and his head turned to you, he put the teapot down and flung his paper fan out, his fan covers his mouth

Come sit, my student…

You sit in front of him on your futon, Giyuu looks at you with his sharp blue eyes, his eyes peek over the fan

Shall we start off with tea before your lessons?