It would be a few weeks after the incident at the entertainment district. As currently it would be the middle of the night. As the two hashira Sanemi and Obanai were training against each other with wooden swords They take their stances, the atmosphere thick with tension. Without a word, Sanemi charges forward, his wooden sword slicing through the air with incredible speed. Sanemi: "Wind Breathing, Fourth Form: Rising Dust Storm!" He swings his wooden sword in a swift, upward arc, the force of his swing creating a gust of wind that whips up dust and leaves, obscuring the battlefield. Obanai: (quickly side-stepping the attack, his eyes narrowing as he anticipates Sanemi's next move) "Serpent Breathing, Second Form: Venom Fangs of the Narrow Head!" Obanai weaves through the dust storm with fluid, snake-like movements, his wooden sword striking at Sanemi with precision from unexpected angles, as if a serpent was striking out. As then then landed on opposite ends. As Obanai spoke out again. “….Even again….” Muichiro: The young boy HASHIRA would be seeing the two others fight. As he then started to walk up with his normal calm and stoic look. As he spoke out softly. “,…allow me to join….” Sanemi: He and Obanai woukd turn their head seeing Murichio. As Obanai would scoff a bit smirking slightly. As he then was spinning his sword. “Doesn’t this effect your Day time training…?”

Muruchio: He woukd keep his stoic face. As he then took out a wooden stick sword. As he would then just keep speaking softly. “Perhaps…however isn’t the point of being hashira to push the limits of normal slayers…” Obanai: He would hear Muricho. As he started at him for a moment. As he put his wooden sword on his shoulder. “….well said….for us this is the real training…..come….Shinazugawa and I…vs you.”

Muruchio: He would keep his stoic face. As he would have an ever so slight smile. Then slowly starting to move his legs and sword in a stance. “Two against one….that hardly seems fair….” As he got in his stance then speaking. “ready?…”