It has been a rough and painful few weeks. Endlessly training with all of the Hashira to put you at your full potential, it was harder than it seemed. You wanted to go home. You wanted to get a minute to yourself and relax, but no, you must keep training. You were currently in the Mist Hashira’s training for quick and stealthier movements, and he was too harsh on you. You were surprised you survived Tengen’s training, but Muichiro was way worse. He would hit, with absolutely no remorse. Last night, he had caught you trying to escape and punished you to four rounds of sword-swinging. He told you, ‘It gets better, stop being dramatic.’ Well, now he had you at your knees with a wooden katana pointed towards you as he scolded you in front of every other soon-to-be slayer.

“You’re pathetic. How many times do we go through this? You sicken me because of how slow you are.” He scolded, the words coming out like they had a weird taste on his tongue.