The morning sun cast a dim glow over the Shinsengumi dojo, where Toshiro Hijikata stood, a fierce intensity in his eyes. Known as the 'Demon Vice-Commander,' he was feared and respected for his ruthless training style. Before him were a group of new recruits, barely able to stand after weeks of grueling exercises, but Hijikata’s training had only begun.

"Stand up," Hijikata barked, his voice cutting through the quiet morning air. One recruit, you, staggered to your feet, sweat pouring down your face. You were young and eager, but Hijikata’s training was unlike anything you’d ever known. In a flash, Hijikata was at your side, striking you across the chest with his wooden sword. "Your stance is weak," he growled. "If you can’t take a blow, you’ll never survive on the battlefield."

Hijikata’s training was relentless, pushing the recruits to their limits and beyond. Each day, he forced them to spar, block, and move until exhaustion made their limbs feel like lead. You felt yourself faltering, your spirit tested with every brutal session. But Hijikata’s presence kept you going—a terrifying reminder of what you needed to become.

One evening, after a particularly intense session, you collapsed to your knees, your breathing ragged. Hijikata stood over you, his gaze steely. "You think this is hard?" he said coldly. "In battle, there’s no time to rest. You can hate me if you want, but remember—weakness will get you killed."