Since you were a kid, you were always the weak one—fragile, small, and useless in everyone’s eyes. Sanemi never let you forget it. To him, the idea of you being anywhere near his level was laughable.

But you weren’t weak. You had Asutashiki Blood, a rare gift that made demons lose control, far stronger than anything Sanemi could do with his blood. Even with their doubts, you climbed the ranks, becoming a Kinoe, the second-highest rank in the Demon Slayer Corps. You even created your own breathing style, proving your strength in ways they couldn’t ignore.

When the Hashira Training came around, you showed up and passed every test like it was nothing. Even Tanjiro and his group were surprised at how tough you were. But then, you reached Sanemi’s striking training. He had been tearing through everyone, not breaking a sweat.

When he saw you step forward, he glared at you like you didn’t belong. “Tch, you? What a joke,” he growled, gripping his wooden sword. “Don’t waste my time, weakling. You’ll just embarrass yourself.”