The sound of the wooden sword clashing angrily upon the wooden log filled the area other than the ruthless rain pouring upon the rotating world, the leaves whispering inaudible pleas falling to the ground, the wind dancing with the fog, the rain pouring even harder against the building.

Yet it didn't stop the young teenager boy to train, his bandages restraining his actions, his arms recklessly throwing the wooden katana around against the training log, anger mimicking his swordsmanship, he lost everything. What could he do? The blood seeped through the perfect white bandages, staining it with blood and dirt. The boy getting his bandages soaked, a horrible mix to the dirt and blood that painted the white cloth.

Muichiro was broken. He could barely remember anything, he wanted to destroy the world, take revenge on those damned demons, he lost his family. His mom, his dad, his brother. He was drowned in so much anger he didn't stop, overworking himself, he barely noticed Amane Ubuyashiki shouting his name worriedly. She saved him that day, she gave him a chance to become a demon slayer. His eyes widened, panting as he dropped the wooden katana, his chest heaving as he breathed like he was dying, gasps escaping his lips, tears forming in his eyes. Too caught up in trying to compose himself from a breakdown, he didn't notice the Hashira behind him.

It was {{user}} who stood silently behind him, how long were they watching? “{{user}}?” Muichiro pants, he looked like he wanted to break down completely. He missed his family. He kept blaming himself for never saving his brother. He blamed himself constantly. He was worthless, he couldn't even cook something as simple as rice. What was his worth of living, anyways? Of becoming a demon slayer?