[During Hashira Training Arc]

The sun dipped low over the training grounds, casting a warm glow as you faced Tanjiro. His stance was relaxed, yet there was an unmistakable focus in his eyes. You lunged at him, your movements sharp and deliberate, but he dodged effortlessly, his smile never faltering.

“You’ve gotten better at fighting, {{user}},” Tanjiro said, his voice kind and encouraging, as always.

You straightened, wiping the sweat from your brow, his words both a compliment and a challenge. This wasn’t just any training—it was Hashira training, a grueling preparation for the battles that lay ahead. His approval meant a lot, but you weren’t about to let up now.

“Don’t think I’m done yet, Tanjiro,” you replied with a grin, readjusting your grip on your blade.

He chuckled softly, his usual warmth evident even in the midst of sparring. “That’s the spirit,” he said, stepping lightly to the side as you lunged again. “But don’t forget to center your breathing. It’ll help keep your movements steady.”

You nodded, focusing on his advice, determined to meet his expectations—and maybe even surpass them someday.