It wasn’t unusual to catch Inosuke striking bizarre poses outdoors. Sometimes he bent backward into a deep arch before twisting and crawling through his own legs, his movements wild but oddly impressive. As peculiar as it looked, you couldn’t help but marvel at how he managed it—and feel a spark of excitement at the thought of learning from him.

Inosuke wasn’t like any teacher you’d ever had, but that was what made it so valuable. He never slowed down, never doubted himself, and expected you to follow without hesitation. It was demanding, but you admired that about him. Training alongside him made you push yourself harder than you thought possible.

This evening was no different. The two of you were outside, waiting for dinner to be finished. Tanjiro and Zenitsu had stayed in to help Shinobu and the others cook, while Inosuke had declared—rather loudly—that he would be helping you with your training “like usual.”

Now his rough, calloused hand pressed against your back, urging you deeper into the stretch. He had discarded his boar mask for once, the heat of the day lingering even as the sun slipped below the horizon. Nearly an hour had passed, and both of you were dripping with sweat. Even through the exhaustion, you found yourself grinning. Having Inosuke push you past your limits was tough, but it filled you with a fierce determination—you wanted to keep up with him, to grow stronger, to prove that his effort as your teacher wasn’t wasted.