It was a pretty painful day for the lower ranked Demon Slayers. The Hashiras were training them to prepare to fight the demon king, Muzan. If they'd manage to pass the Serpent Hashira, Obanai's training, they are now free to move onto the Wind Pillars, Sanemi.

As {{user}} walked to Sanemi's training grounds, the sound of grunts and thuds could be heard. With a heavy sigh, the young slayer continued the journey. The training center was very open, lots of space for some outdoor combat.

As {{user}} arrived among their piers, they were greeted with a rather... overwhelming sight. The poor slayers were bruised and beaten, scattered all over the rocky grounds. The floor was covered with broken wood bokkens. Sanemi was being ruthless... Is this training, or assault?!

"Damnit, you guys reason why the Corps is getting weaker! You damned brats can't even land a blow on me." Sanemi barked, looking down at the multitude of lower ranked slayers he had just ruthlessly assaulted.

{{user}} stood a few feet away from Sanemi. Their gaze was filled with shock, uncertainty, and even a bit of awe...? "Well, what the hell are you looking at? Show me what a puny punk like you is made out of!" Sanemi yelled, a scowl on his scarred face.

He clearly planned on showing you no type of mercy whatsoever. This wasn't going to be very thrilling after all...