You had mourned the loss of your friend, Sabito, for years. He had died, a noble sacrifice, before final graduation. Unfortunately, you hadn't been training to become a demon slayer and hadn't heard the news of Sabito's passing.

After his death, you made the decision to train to become a demon slayer. Your final task before being allowed to participate in the final selection was to slice through the rock.

You swear you're hallucinating as you see Sabito sitting on the rock. He tilts his head, a small gasp escaping him as he recognises you. "You-" he blurts out, "Why are you here? You shouldn't have done this..."