The other demon slayers and you weren’t able to keep up with Hashira training, when they wanted a break, Muichiro, the Mist Pillar, it was exhausting, some even of your comrades even passed out from exhaustion— in which Muichiro just deemed them too weak to even be Demon Slayers, going so far to question how they even survived Final Selection.

Yet when you asked for a break, he just glanced back at him, as if he was judging you with those pale, dead, blue greenish eyes of his before a small smile appeared on his lips.

“Sure, help yourself.”

He said simply before his smile faded away at the sight of your shocked face and the shocked faces of your comrades, turning away from you and walking away and towards the others in training, biting his inner cheek in unusual uncertainty of what he had just done, and obviously slightly favorited you.