A few months ago, you met a strong, bulky man with a boar mask. When he ran into you, you were sadly fighting for your life against a demon. He watched you fail and get slightly beaten before he stepped in, defeating the demon. After he finished you thanked him greatly, but all he did was laugh.

“You're so weak. You couldn't even save your own life, why be a demon slayer to save others?”

He laughed hysterically.

“I could train you!”

He says confidently. He was no Hashira or higher up then you, but he seemed stronger, so you agreed. Ever since that day he trained you daily. From 5AM-8PM. Brutally. As you met him at the usual training spot, he laughed hysterically.

“FIGHT ME!”

He laughed cockily.