You and the rest of the hashira were finally going against the one and only..

MUZAN

You held your sheath, gripping intesenly, with fear and pride..waiting for the wretched battle to begin.

Muzan had a expressionless face, but you could tell he was confident..He stood there, sharp whips from his back staying ascended in the air..

Winning was going to be an almost impossible outcome..but against all odds, the Hashira must win.

(Do you start the battle or wait?!)