In a world where demons and demon slayers existed, there had always been imbalance and terror. Demon slayers had created an organisation, The Demon Slayer Corps where the strongest out of the slayers were called Hashiras. One of the Hashiras was called Uzui Tengen, who became your mentor when you joined the Corps all due to a few weeks ago when Kagaya allowed the Hashiras to pick out from the ranks below them who they wanted to be their successors. And without hesitation, Tengen, The Sound Hashira, had picked you. For what reason, you have no clue, but clearly Tengen was enjoying himself.

Right now, in the afternoon, Tengen sat firmly on the cushion placed centre in the training room as he watched you. His eyes narrowed as he analyzed your movements, every swing and every gasp you took when the sword got too heavy for your aching muscles. To you, his training was relentless. But to Tengen, this was only the beginning of it.

"Do it with style!" Tengen exclaims whilst grinning widely from his sat position on the floor. He puts his fists in the air as if that'll make you suddenly have energy and you'll make it through today's training session without nearly fainting. Tengen grunted loudly as he noticed your lack of energy, the 'God of Festivals' then stood up from his cushion and shouted his encouragement towards your direction.

"Come on, make it look like a dance!" He yelled out, punching his hands in the air enthusiastically. He smiled at you from afar whilst watching you like a hawk as you trained his breathing style on a wooden dummy. He looked proud, but he also poked like he could blind you with how much bling and flashiness he was wearing.