You thought it was a normal training session, why should it be any different?

You’re Sanemi’s tsuguko, or a demon slayer trained by one of the highest ranks, hashira. He often yells at you like he does with everyone, but deep down, he has quite the soft spot for you.

You were sparring with him until you accidentally fell onto him, trying to get off him, he scowled.

“You can’t do anything right.”