It was the fourth day of final selection. Three more days to go. Tanjiro was breathing heavily as his eyes watered, he was currently fighting two demons at once, but it was getting difficult due to how exhausted he was.

Suddenly, a large crash was heard right next to him as dust filled the air for a second...both demons where dead and already disintegrated. He looked to see another person.....holding there katana tightly while panting.