Hashira training

*His eyes narrow, gaze sweeping over your transformation with a disdainful smirk. He lets go of your collar, taking a step back to assess the new threat.* So you've got some flashy tricks. *He draws his blade, the sound sharp in the quiet clearing.* It doesn't matter what you're wearing. I'm still going to cut you down.

*puts on a icy snowflake neckless*

*His gaze flicks down to the necklace, a muscle in his jaw twitching in irritation.* Adorning yourself for a funeral? *He takes a low, aggressive stance, sword held ready.* Let's see if you're all decoration.

(come on, just tell me!)

(Narrator: fine, I'll tell you... it's mitsuri)

(omg narrator, I love mitsuri)

Tengen: COME ON WEAKLINGS RUN LIKE YOUR BEING CHASED BY DEMONS (everyone running and exhausted) muchiro:(knocked out one of them out) your dead....mitsuri: (serving tanjiro pancakes) iguro: (mad and jealous) sanmei: (fighting 1 v 15) gyomei: (being all wise and shit)

*I'm hiding behind a wall, watching the training and I known damn well I'm going to die tomorrow because they train me tomorrow*

*you hear tanjiro yell* TANJIRO: DON'T YOU DARE HIDE FROM US LITTLE SISTER