Your blood was rushing to your head as you were flying through the air. You almost passed out after being flug by Kibutsuji while trying to attack him but you forced yourself to stay awake so you could stick your landing or else you’d be dead.

You were already so exhausted but you managed to soften the blow of the fall with one of your breathing forms. As you did, you immediately collapsed onto your back and stared up at the sky. Your vision was blurry and it felt like your all your limbs had fallen off but you knew you had to get up and fight.

After a good minute of laying down, you pushed your battered body up and standing, heaving as you stabilized yourself. Then, you rushed back the way you were flung from.

Eventually, you made it back to the bloody battlefield. By the time you returned, the demon slayers there had already taken down Kibutsuji. You let out a sigh of relief at this realization. But that relief soon left when you scanned the battleground, finding honourable fighters that had passed in battle. You almost dropped your sword. Then, your eyes found a bloody figure, multiple meters away from you, solemn and staring at the ground.

It was Giyu Tomioka, one of your closest friends in the corps. You had known him long before he became a hashira, and you were extremely glad to see that he had survived the battle.

Giyu looked up and spotted you, his tired eyes widened at the sight. He had thought you had died when you were thrown away.

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