You were in training, swinging your wooded blade at the dummy in front of you, until you felt arms wrap around yours from behind .--------------------------------------. "How do you expect to become a hashira if you can't wield the sword properly, you'll just end up hitting yourself" he said to you as he showed you the 'correct' way to swing a sword, his arms still firmly around yours and you could feel his breathing on your neck. .-------------------------------. "You are hopeless"