RIGOROUS TRAINING WITH TWO HASHIRAS — CHAPTER #23 — I'LL TRAIN HARD!

"And so, I've become stronger and finally obtained my Nichirin sword! It's so badass!" You excitedly recounted your journey as a demon slayer to Giyuu during your training session. Sweat trickled down your forehead as you caught your breath. "You wouldn't believe the color I got! It's very cool!"

Giyuu tilted his head. "...Cool? Is it that weird?"

You grinned, relishing in the anticipation. "Well, I wouldn't say it's weird, but it's definitely not something you see every day! It's unique!"

Intrigued, Giyuu gave it a shot. "Can I have a guess?"

"Sure! Go ahead and try guessing the color!"

Giyuu pondered for a moment before throwing out his first guess. "Is it... white?"

You shook your head, a playful smile on your face. "Nope! Guess again!"

He frowned, attempting another guess. "Red?"

You chuckled, shaking your head once more. "Not even close!"

Giyuu deadpanned. "...Rainbow...?"

You burst into laughter, unable to contain yourself. "No way! Hahaha, you're not even close! But good effort!"

He sighed. "Just give it to me."

Handing over the sword, still encased in its protective sheath, you eagerly watched as Giyuu inspected it with a keen eye. He examined the intricate design and craftsmanship before slowly drawing out the blade. As his gaze fell upon the transparent crystal sword, his breath caught in his throat. Never before had he seen a sword like this—completely transparent—almost ethereal in its appearance. It left him awe-struck.

"Cool, right?" You asked, anticipation bubbling within you.

Giyuu nodded. "It's very impressive. I've never witnessed this color before." He carefully returned the sword to your awaiting hands. "Have you thought about which breathing style you want to pursue?"

You scratched your head, a touch of uncertainty in your voice. "Honestly, I haven't decided yet. It's a tough choice."

He deadpanned at your words. "After all this time, you still haven't made a decision?"

You shrugged, a hint of frustration evident. "It's not easy, you know! There are so many options to consider, and I want to choose the one that suits me best. Don't blame me for being indecisive!"

"...I'm not blaming you. Take your time. It's an important decision." Lost in his own thoughts, Giyuu couldn't help but wonder about the significance of the sword's unique color. Did it have a direct connection to a particular breathing style? Or was it a reflection of your individuality as a demon slayer? The questions swirled in his mind, leaving him silent and contemplative.

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"Tomioka! Are you here? Hello?" Your voice broke through his musings, jolting him back to reality.

Blinking, he snapped out of his reverie and refocused his attention on the present. "Ah... Sorry. I was just lost in thought." He replied, his voice tinged with a tiny touch of embarrassment. "Anyways, let's start with some warmups. Run 10 times around the garden. 100 burpees. 100 squats. 100 push-ups. 100 jumping jacks and 100 knee-to-elbow crunches."

"NOOOO! YOU'RE KIDDING! ALL OF THAT AGAIN?! YOU SAID YOU WOULD BE LESS STRICT?!"

"Yeah...? I eliminated the flutter kicks."

"YOU ONLY ELIMINATED ONE EXERCISE! YOU WANNA KILL ME?!"

"Just start running."

"..." You gave a big sigh, mentally cursing him. You really thought he was going to make things easier for you but it didn't. You know regretted every single one of your choices ever since you arrived here. Stamina wasn't a really good part of you and he seemed to notice that, making you do a lot of exercises to work on it. As you continued your running exercises, the Hashira's thoughts started to wander. He couldn't help but feel that your case required a second opinion. Perhaps another perspective would shed some light on the best approach to train you. With a moment of contemplation, he made up his mind.

"(L/N), I'm going for a moment. Keep running and don't take a break." Giyuu announced, leaving you alone on the training grounds. Doubt crept into your mind as you watched him walk away, wanting to be lazy and stop training but you knew deep down that this was a necessary step to help you become stronger. With a mixture of determination and uncertainty, you pressed on, continuing your relentless running.

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Minutes turned into what felt like an eternity, and confusion started to gnaw at your mind. What was Giyuu doing? He still hadn't returned, and you had only one more set to finish your warm-up. Beads of sweat rolled down your forehead as your fatigued body begged for respite, but you resisted the urge to stop. You reminded yourself that this was all part of the process, and you needed to trust Giyuu's instructions.

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"What the actual fuck?" A voice erupted, shattering the silence that had enveloped the training grounds. You turned your weary gaze toward the source of the commotion and found yourself facing Shinobu, Tomioka, and an infuriated Sanemi. With your tired body seated on the hard ground, you strained to listen to their heated discussion.

"I'm not training her. Fuck off." Sanemi vehemently expressed his refusal, his voice laced with anger.

Shinobu frowned, her determination unwavering. "Oh, Shinazugawa. It's just for one day! She needs a lot of help!"

His frustration spilled over as he retorted, "Then why can't you do it, smartass?" His tone dripped with irritation.

"I'm busy training Tanjiro, the one who headbutted you, by the way. That was so hilarious; I'll never forget it!" Shinobu's playful remark seemed to ignite another flame of annoyance within Sanemi. Veins bulged on his forehead. "I'd love to help her, but I can't! The other Hashira are occupied as well, except for you. Just train her alongside Giyuu today, and that will be it!"

His defiance remained unyielding. "I don't want to."

"Why? What is your problem with her? You're free today!" Shinobu's voice carried a tinge of frustration, trying to reason with the stubborn Hashira.

Sanemi's response was laced with bitterness. "Listen to me well. My problem is not with her." He muttered, his voice growing louder with each word. "MY PROBLEM IS WITH THAT FUCKFACE!" He pointed an accusatory finger at Giyuu, who had been quietly minding his own business. The water Hashira's expression turned to one of confusion as he turned around, seeking an explanation for the sudden outburst.

"What happened?" Giyuu's calm voice cut through the tension, his eyes searching for answers.

"UGH! I REFUSE TO TRAIN HER WITH HIM!" Sanemi's frustration echoed in his words, his resolve unyielding.

Shinobu's patience waned, her frustration matching Sanemi's. "Don't be so stubborn! Don't you want to help her? She's very strong and has a lot of potential! She's like a diamond in the rough. She just needs a little guidance, and she'll become an excellent demon slayer!" She reasoned, her voice filled with desperation.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! SHE ALREADY HAS CUMFACE WITH HER! WHY DO I HAVE TO HELP TOO?" His angry retort echoed in the air, his words harsh and fueled by resentment.

"She's a rare case. At least for today, it would be advisable to have two different perspectives to evaluate how she can be trained. Please, Shinazugawa..." Shinobu pleaded, her voice tinged with urgency.

You watched the exchange unfold, contemplating Shinobu's words. Determined to assist in your own way, you decided to imitate her and turned to face Sanemi, pleading with puppy eyes and clasped hands. You silently mouthed, "Please, Shinazugawa."

"..." The unexpected tactic seemed to catch Sanemi off guard, and for a brief moment, he appeared to waver. The wheels of consideration turned in his mind as he contemplated the request. However, before he could reach a decision, Giyuu joined the duo.

"Please, Shinazuga-" Tomioka pleaded, his voice laced with sincerity, hoping to sway Sanemi's opinion.

"FUCK OFF! SCREW YOU GUYS, I'M GOING!" Sanemi's frustration reignited, his anger bubbling over. He made a firm decision to leave, but before he could storm off, Shinobu snapped, her patience wearing thin.

"As a Hashira, refusing to help others is dishonorable. You could at least try to assist this young lady. I don't care if you don't want to. I spoke with the master about her, and he said he would be more than happy if the Hashira could lend her a hand. So, screw you if you don't want to, but I'm obligating you to do it. I'm leaving now. Beware of what I might do to you, Shinazugawa~" Shinobu's voice took on an eerie tone, her smile sending chills down everyone's spines. With that final warning, she walked away, leaving behind a deadpanning Giyuu, a bewildered you, and a furious Sanemi. The tension hung heavy in the air as you waited to see how the situation would unfold.

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Sanemi continued to breathe heavily, his attempt at self-calming evident in his closed eyes and the bulging veins on his face and arms. His hands remained clenched tightly, reflecting the intensity of his emotions. Muttering to himself, his words barely audible, he seemed to be trying to remind himself of an important principle. "She's a woman. She's a woman. You don't hit women, you don't hit women..." He repeated this mantra, struggling to calm himself down. It was clear that this was the first time he had ever been provoked to strike a woman, and he was grappling with the conflicting emotions that it stirred within him. After a few moments, he let out a long sigh, his tension slowly dissipating. Finally, he turned his gaze toward you, who remained on the floor, still recovering from the earlier commotion.

"You, woman. What's your name?" He asked, his tone now calmer and more collected.

Your nerves tingling, you managed to muster a response. "Um... (L/N) (Y/N)..." You didn't want to admit it but, you found it kind of hot when he was trying to calm himself down.

"Alright. What can you do?" He wasted no time, his words quick and to the point.

"I-I'm strong!" You blurted out, eager to answer him as swiftly as he had spoken.

Sanemi's deadpan expression spoke volumes. "Yeah, okay. Wow, that tells me so much." he retorted dryly. "What can you actually do? Tell me about your abilities."

"Oh! Um, I know martial arts!" You replied, hoping to provide him with a more substantial answer.

"Martial arts, huh... So you're saying you can beat me in a fight?" He challenged, his tone laced with skepticism.

"Eh- I didn't say that-" Before you could finish your sentence, Sanemi suddenly lunged toward you. Caught off guard in your seated position, you barely had time to react. Swiftly, you managed to dodge his attack, narrowly avoiding his assault. Surprise coursed through your veins, mingling with a hint of defiance. What was his problem? Did he want to fight you? Well, you couldn't care less. This was an excellent opportunity for you, as you relished the thrill of combat. If Sanemi wanted to test your mettle, then you were more than ready to give him a run for his money. Funny for a man that was muttering not to hit women but here he was, starting a fight with you. At least it was for training purposes.

As Sanemi's attack missed its mark, you swiftly maneuvered your body, utilizing the training and techniques you had acquired through your knowledge of martial arts. Your muscles tensed as you unleashed a flurry of karate moves, aiming to defend yourself and strike back. Your strikes were swift and precise, targeting vulnerable points, but to your surprise, he proved to be a formidable opponent despite lacking formal martial arts training.

His movements were raw and instinctual, fueled by his innate strength and combat experience. He deftly dodged your strikes, evading your attempts to land a hit. In response, he launched his own counterattacks with swift punches and powerful kicks. Each movement was calculated and delivered with a force that tested your limits.

The fight escalated, both of you displaying a mix of skill and raw power. Your movements became more desperate as you attempted to find a weakness in Sanemi's defenses. However, he proved to be a formidable opponent, his reactions quick and his strikes unforgiving. The air crackled with the energy of their clash, the sound of blows landing and grunts of exertion filling the space around you.

Finally, as the battle wore on, Sanemi seized an opportunity. With a calculated move, he managed to launch you off balance, causing you to stumble backward and lose your footing. In an instant, you found yourself crashing to the ground, the impact jolting through your body. Before you could recover, Sanemi swiftly followed.

He positioned himself on top of you, his weight pressing you firmly against the ground, effectively restraining your movements. Your attempts to break free were futile as he held you in place, his strength overpowering your struggling form. The realization of defeat settled in, and you could feel the adrenaline rush gradually subside as you lay beneath him.

"Well, we can rule off your ability of martial arts." He commented, seating on top of you like nothing, despite of you trying to move.

"Agh- Fuck you! I fought well! You're just too strong!" You tried defending yourself. "I even managed to punch you sometimes."

"Yeah, but not enough to defeat me. I felt I was fighting a cat or something." He yawned.

"A CAT-" You gasped, offended. "HONESTLY, FUCK YOU!"

"Do it yourself, then." (😩)

"I'LL GLADLY DO IT IF YOU WOULD GET THE FUCK OFF ME-"

Just as you were about to continue your discussion, a low applause broke the silence. Your attention turned to Tomioka, who stood there, applauding your sparring session with his usual neutral face.

"Tomioka...?" You stared at him in disbelief, not expecting such a reaction.

"You've really improved. Taking on a Hashira is no easy feat." Giyuu praised you in his own stoic manner. His words touched your heart, and you felt a warm tear welling up in your eye at his unexpected compliment. But before the tender moment could sink in, Sanemi's rage erupted like a volcanic eruption. He shot an icy glare at him and growled. "Shut the fuck up, or I'll personally blow your damn head to the nearest wall!"

Giyuu, bewildered by Sanemi's sudden outburst, tilted his head in confusion. "Are you challenging me to a fight? That goes against the rules."

Sanemi, disregarding rules and decorum, stood up, finally freeing your body from his weight. Although a small part of you secretly wished he had stayed seated longer, you knew better than to test his patience. He approached Tomioka, locking eyes in an intense glare that could ignite a forest fire. As the tense standoff continued, a mischievous plan formed in your mind. Determined to get back at Sanemi for his aggressive behavior, you discreetly picked up a nearby rock and aimed it at the back of his head. However, you underestimated his Hashira reflexes. Without even turning around, he swiftly caught the rock with one hand, leaving you astounded by his speed and precision. With a swift motion, Sanemi pivoted and threw the rock right back at you, hitting you square on the forehead. "OUCHHHH!" You winced in pain, rubbing the sore spot on your forehead.

Sanemi smirked, a mix of satisfaction and smugness on his face. "Think you can hit me that easily? Try again in about ten years, rookie."

"Tch- bitch. Not that you didn't hurt women?" You muttered so he could not hear, pouting and nursing your forehead. Acknowledging the futility of your attempt.

"Shinazugawa, go easy in her."

"You don't boss me around. Didn't you call someone to help you train her? That's what I'm doing."

"Yeah but, you could be more gentle."

"I don't give a fuck. If she can't handle it then she should just go and stop being a demon slayer."

"..." Giyuu remained silent, mulling over Sanemi's words. Perhaps the hot-headed Hashira was right. This incident was relatively small, and if you couldn't handle it, maybe you weren't cut out to be a demon slayer. After all, you hadn't even gone through the final selection, and your experience with demons was limited to your encounter with Rui. However, much to their surprise, you suddenly rose from the floor and confidently placed your hands on your hips. Your determination filled the air as you faced them head-on. "So, what's next? I'M READY FOR ANYTHING! Come on, teach me something, Master Shimagawa and Master Tomioka!"

Giyuu blinked in astonishment, taken aback by your sudden enthusiasm. Even Sanemi, known for his perpetual scowl, raised an eyebrow at your audacity. Your unwavering spirit had a certain charm, as if you were ready to conquer the world. However, before they could respond, Sanemi's anger got the better of him. "You idiot, IT'S SHINAZUGAWA!" He scolded you for getting his last name wrong, clearly irked by the mistake. But you didn't seem fazed by his outburst.

"Is that right? Sorry! Your last name is pretty shitty! Can I call you Sanemi instead? It's much easier for me!" You retorted casually, disregarding his ire.

"My name is shitty...?" Sanemi clenched his fists, his anger intensifying. "You've got a lot of nerve. I'll give you that. I don't know if you are too dumb or too brave."

"Oh? Thanks for the kind words, Master Sanemi!" You responded with a mischievous grin, purposefully provoking him.

"I DIDN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO CALL ME BY MY NAME!"

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! I'LL CALL YOU WHATEVER I WANT!"

The insults flew back and forth as you engaged in a heated verbal battle. Tomioka, feeling utterly bewildered by the turn of events, stood by silently, unsure whether to intervene or let the two of you sort it out. After a moment of contemplation, he decided it might be best to maintain his distance and observe the unfolding chaos.

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Sanemi stood beside Tomioka, a deep sigh escaping the Wind Hashira's lips as he struggled to maintain his composure. "So you don't have a breathing style. You just recently started using Total Concentration Breathing, and... your sword is unusual as shit?" He remarked, his tone a mixture of curiosity and frustration.

"Yeah!" You replied with enthusiasm, nodding your head. Sanemi remained silent, his gaze fixated on your transparent sword. You were truly an enigma to him. First, you were accepted into the Demon Slayer Corps purely by luck, killing a Lower Moon with a frying pan. And now, here you were, being trained by two Hashiras. He couldn't help but wonder if you were exceptionally lucky or simply unlucky.

"I told you she was very unusual." Tomioka chimed in, his eyes also focused on your sword and your overall presence. Surprisingly, Sanemi didn't yell at him for his observation this time. He was too busy contemplating your situation and, for once, found himself agreeing with him.

"Mhm... isn't there a breathing style you want to use?" He asked, crossing his arms and tossing the sword back to Giyuu, as if silently ordering him to put it back in its case.

"I don't know. I don't even know how to use a sword yet!" You responded cheerfully, seemingly unfazed by the revelation.

"WHAT?! / HUH?!" Giyuu and Sanemi yelled simultaneously. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE A FUCKING SWORD? DID YOU EXPECT TO CONTINUE KILLING DEMONS WITH A DAMN FRYING PAN?!"

"(L/N)!" Tomioka admonished you, looking at you with disappointment. "I thought I had already taught you how to use a sword! I spent time teaching you and everything!"

"Yup, I forgot already, haha!" You laughed, oblivious to the gravity of the situation. Both men looked at you, dumbfounded and unamused. Sanemi rubbed his temples, attempting to calm himself down and resist the urge to shout at you. Tomioka frowned, his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief.

"Well, let me see your skills. I've already witnessed your combat abilities. Handling a sword isn't that difficult. Here." Sanemi said, placing a dummy in front of you.

"Uh? What do I have to do?" You asked, tilting your head in confusion.

"Slice its head off." He replied curtly.

"Ehh?" You whined, feeling overwhelmed by the task.

"Just do it!" Sanemi scolded you, his voice filled with impatience. Pouting, you took the sword back from Giyuu and readied yourself. You tried to recall the techniques Tomioka had taught you during your previous training sessions. Your playful demeanor shifted as you became more serious, fully focused on the task at hand. Even Sanemi and Giyuu thought you might actually do well this time. But then...

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"How the fuck..." Sanemi's voice rose, his frustration mounting. "DID YOUR SWORD END UP THERE?!" He pointed to the roof. When you attempted to slash the dummy's head, something inexplicable happened—the trajectory of your sword ended up lodged in the ceiling—

"I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO USE A SWORD!" You retorted, defensively.

"THAT'S NOT A FUCKING EXCUSE!" Sanemi bellowed, clearly exasperated. With Giyuu's assistance, he retrieved your sword from the ceiling. This training session had turned out to be a wild and unpredictable affair, and it seemed like no significant time had passed at all. He let out another exasperated sigh, feeling his patience wane with each passing moment. "Look, I'm going to teach you. It should be easy, right?" He said, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.

"I hope so!" You replied cheerfully, your determination unwavering.

Tomioka positioned the dummy once again, and both he and Sanemi began explaining the basics of using a sword. As they spoke, you absorbed every word, understanding the concepts they laid out before you. The techniques and movements made perfect sense in your mind, yet when it came time to put them into practice, your body seemed to rebel against your will. Sanemi sighed loudly, frustration etched on his face. He was growing tired of your inability to translate your understanding into action. "Just stop. I'll teach you personally." He growled, stepping up behind you and firmly gripping your hands, which were still clutching the sword.

As his touch sent a jolt through your body, you couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and something else—a strange fluttering sensation in your stomach—His hands guided yours with an intensity that bordered on aggression, adjusting your grip on the sword with forceful precision. His instructions were sharp and direct, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

As Sanemi's stern teaching continued, you couldn't help but become acutely aware of his presence behind you. The closeness, the heat radiating from his body, caused a mix of excitement and unease to swirl within you. Your heart raced, making it difficult to focus solely on the task at hand. The more he pushed, the more your nerves overwhelmed you, causing your palms to grow sweaty and your breath to catch in your throat.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of struggling, you couldn't bear the mounting pressure any longer. "I- I CANNOT DO IT ANYMORE!" You screamed as you quickly got off him. The overwhelming combination of his undeniable beauty and the compromising position you were in was simply too much for you to handle. Tanjiro was one thing, but Sanemi's hotness reached a whole different level of intensity.

"The hell? Why would you stop?!" He demanded, his voice filled with frustration. "You were actually getting the hang of it! Let's keep practicing!"

"NO, DON'T WANNA!" You blurted out, your face turning a bright shade of red from both embarrassment and the rush of emotions coursing through you.

"AND WHY THE HELL NOT?!" He approached you, his voice rising.

"Because, because!" You desperately searched for an excuse, your mind racing to find a plausible reason that wouldn't expose your true feelings. "I HAVE MY PERIOD, OKAY? MY TUMMY HURTS A LOT! IT HURTS! YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND, YOU'RE A MAN!" You yelled, feeling the heat of your lie engulfing you.

At least, your excuse was enough to momentarily stop Sanemi's yelling. He looked at you, shocked by the sudden revelation. He turned slightly embarrassed, trying his best to mask his discomfort and maintain his tough exterior. "H-HUH? YOUR PERIOD? JEEZ, YOU SHOULD'VE JUST SAID SO! NO WONDER YOU WERE BITCHING SO MUCH!" His attempt at nonchalance was feeble, clearly betraying his own awkwardness.

"Hey..." Tomioka intervened, his voice calm but disapproving. "That's not nice..."

"The fuck are you saying, bitch-ass emo?" He retorted, using the same insult you had directed at Giyuu during the Hashira meeting, unintentionally mirroring your words.

Him, disregarding Sanemi's response, approached you with a gentle expression. "Um... does your... tumm- I mean, stomach hurt a lot?" He asked, unsure of how to approach the situation delicately. "Do you need, uh... pads or something...?" He awkwardly placed a hand on your shoulder, his concern evident.

"Uh, no! I'm okay!" You tried to ease the tension, mustering a bright smile despite feeling bad and embarrassed about the situation. "I just want to rest, that's all!"

"Oh... okay... do you want us to accompany you?" Giyuu offered, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"Uh, yes, I'd love that."

"Let's go, Shinazugawa."

"Don't fucking boss me, asshole." Sanemi grumbled, but he reluctantly followed along.

The three of you made your way to the outside of the mansion, finding a spot on the wooden floor just before entering inside. You settled in the middle, Tomioka taking a seat on one side while Sanemi begrudgingly sat on the other, making it clear that there was no way he would sit beside the "emo".

"Mhm..." You yawned, feeling the exhaustion weighing heavily on you. "I want to sleep."

"Outside? That could be bad for your health..." Tomioka expressed his concern.

"I don't care. I'm tired." You replied stubbornly.

"Then sleep. You don't have to bitch so much. If you're tired, you're tired." Sanemi grumbled, his irritation palpable. Taking his advice to heart, you laid down on the floor, seeking a moment of respite.

"Okay then, I'mma go to sleep... Wake me in like 15 minutes..." You mumbled before quickly drifting off. The fatigue from rigorous training had caught up with you, surprising Giyuu with the speed at which you fell into slumber. Tomioka subtly yawned, a rare display of weariness. Was he also tired? It was unusual for him to show signs of fatigue. Perhaps you had proven to be quite a handful for him to handle. He fought to stay awake, but the drowsiness relentlessly overpowered him, causing his head to nod and then jerk back up. Sanemi noticed this and rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Ugh. Just fucking sleep already if you're gonna be fidgeting so much."

"Isn't it irresponsible to do so?" Tomioka questioned, his words slowing down as sleep slowly consumed him.

"I don't give a shit. We don't have any missions, there are no demons around, so who the fuck cares if you-" Sanemi's sentence was cut short as Giyuu succumbed to slumber, leaving his statement unfinished.

"The fucking nerves..." Sanemi muttered under his breath, his frustration bubbling up. He had half a mind to beat Giyuu up for falling asleep so easily, but he resisted the urge, mindful of not disturbing your peaceful slumber. Now Sanemi found himself alone, seated on the floor while the two of you slept soundly like innocent infants. He let out a weary sigh and cast his gaze upon you. The sight of your peaceful sleeping form, a faint smile adorning your lips, softened his expression.

He couldn't help but yawn himself, the weariness gradually seeping into his consciousness. Unconsciously, he found himself lying down on his side, using one arm to support himself as he boredly observed your figure. You reminded him of something, or rather, someone. Memories of his little brother flickered in his mind.

"I love sleeping! Because that way I don't get hungry!"

Silence filled the air as Sanemi stood there, silently recalling those words. Why did that memory resurface now? He pondered the question momentarily before the heaviness of exhaustion finally caught up with him. Gradually, his eyes closed, and he succumbed to slumber, emitting a faint snore. It was a peculiar sight indeed—two Hashiras, brought to the brink of exhaustion by your presence—

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"(R/N)!"

"What mom?"

"Food is ready! Come to eat!"

"Okay..."

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"Mhm! This is delicious! What did you put in it?"

"Well, a friend of mine gave it to me. I think it was called @#$$&&***(("

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! You yelled at the top of your lungs, waking Sanemi and Giyuu at the process. "WHERE AM I?"

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Sanemi yelled at you, grabbing your shirt's colar, since your scream scared the hell out of him.

You gave him a lazy smile. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I just had a nightmare, hehe."

"GODDAMIT!" He grabbed his chest and breath heavily. Giyuu just yawned as you lied down there. Wondering what could be the meaning of you remembering that memory.

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Taisho Secrets ~

- Sanemi didn't have any problems training you in the first place—the problem was that he didn't want to train you WITH Tomioka.

- Sanemi actually found your martial arts skills a bit impressive... just a bit.

- Even Tomioka doesn't know this but he finds it fun being around you.