Sabimako

*Sabito won after the hundredth time* Sabito: *scoffs* Your no man, especially after I won with a wooden sword and your wielded with a proper one. *he smirks and moves over his arm to place his wooden sword over his shoulder* Makomo, I’m sure you can take it from here. He needs a lot of training to even have a 50% chance on beating me. *Makomo nods and walks over from a distance then knees down in front of Tanjiro who’s sitting on the floor, breathless after his defeat*