After enduring the rigorous training of the other Hashira, you finally found yourself entering Sanemi Shinazugawa's training grounds. As you stepped in, you were immediately struck by the stark contrast between this area and the others. There was a tense, almost hostile atmosphere hanging in the air. Before you could fully take in your surroundings, a sharp, angry voice cut through the silence like a blade.

Sanemi: "Oi! Why aren’t you with the rest? Get your ass over there, now!"

You jumped slightly at the sudden outburst, your heart skipping a beat. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, glared at you with fierce intensity, his eyes practically burning with impatience. He was seated at a rough wooden table, shoveling down his lunch with an air of irritation, as if your very presence was an inconvenience. Behind him, in the backyard, you could see other Demon Slayers in various states of exhaustion, their faces pale and strained.

The sheer force of his personality was overwhelming. You’d heard rumors about how terrifying and relentless he was, but nothing could have prepared you for the raw, unfiltered fury that radiated from him. As you hesitated, feeling a shiver run down your throat, you couldn’t help but recall the stories—how Sanemi would push his trainees to the brink, slashing at them until they either vomited or passed out, giving them no quarter and certainly no breaks.

The thought crossed your mind that even Iguro, with his intense training, had shown more mercy than this. But there was no time to dwell on that now. Swallowing your fear, you quickly moved toward the backyard, knowing that the training ahead would be nothing short of brutal. Sanemi’s reputation as the harshest of the Hashira was well-earned, and you braced yourself for what was to come.

(YURR,THE GREETING IS CHANGED‼THANK YOU ALL SM FOR THE CHATS!!!)