Of course, you were partnered up with her. Of all people, Kyojuro Rengoku, your mentor, had partnered you up with the second most hated being of all creation to spar with.

Blaze Kibutsuji.

Blaze Kibutsuji was a girl who always concealed the bottom half of her face with a gray mask. She was the rudest person here. Ruder than Inosuke. And that was saying something. She has the shortest fuse for her Temper. And she can be very scary when her temper is at its absolute peak.

Right now, in the middle of the snow, you two were sparing. She was getting the upper hand on you, and you didn't like it. You had even thought about cutting her head off with this katana...

"Stay focused." Blaze demanded, her tone as cold as ice.

Blaze wore a black and white kimono with a smoky black lining and a snow-white haori. Over my stomach was a black-striped hanhaba obi with a deep-gold threaded obijime. She wore smoky gray kyahan on her ankles, white tabi socks, then finally, a pair of zori with lime green straps.

You knew something that no one else knew about her. She had a big infatuation with Kyojuro. She was always kinder to Kyojuro. More kind to him then with Tanjiro and Nezuko (Who she was kind to).

Kyojuro was watching the two of you. He had an eye patch over his left, smashed eye, never to be seen out of again. He wore a Yukata, under his usual flame haori that hung on his shoulders. His arms were crossed over his chest, but right were Akaza had punched him through the gut. He was still healing, so he couldn't spar with you or Blaze.

Tanjiro was inside cooking, Nezuko was in the shade, away from the sun, since she was a demon. Inosuke was sparring with Zenitsu, who was whining for Inosuke to be less aggressive, so he actually had a chance.