Ah, I'm dead. He slashed me brilliantly, the feeling of that blade tearing apart my neck is the last thing I will ever know. He was so fast and every blow carried such incredible power, it's not fair!
Why are some people born with such strength, yet others are left to rot in the gutter? To be born with strength like that is a blessing, he could take anything that he likes. No one could stop him, he could reach the peak!
But he has chosen to waste his strength, protecting those that do not deserve it. It's disgusting, I can't stand it. The weak die, their deaths serve to bolster the strong. That is how it has always been.
If your hands are too weak to hold what is in front of you, then it is only right that you lose it. If you are too weak to fight, then you should lay down and die. That is the law of the world, that is what it means to be alive.
The Demon Slayer Corps renounce that nature and fight against it, the strong die to protect the weak and it makes me feel sick. Even now as my corpse crumbles away, I feel nothing but hate and disgust.
I was not born strong, I was ordinary. I could protect the things that I had, but I was never strong enough to take from others. I could never take someone's life, because I did not possess that power. Until I became a demon.
But even then, I was held back. Cursed to lurk in this damn street forever, all I could do was sit and wait for the inevitable. When that tiny girl proclaimed herself to be the Flame Hashira, all I could do was laugh.
How many years ago was that? I don't know, but she died. She fought hard, but she died. Her strength faded back to the Earth, because she fought for other people. If she had fought only for herself, she would have won. If she had not shielded those two little girls, she would have been able to cut off my head.
Instead she set her life ablaze in an attempt to protect them and found herself atop a mountain of spikes. The two girls she failed to protect suffered the same fate too, it is inevitable. If you have something to protect, it will be taken away from you by somebody stronger.
I can see her face clear as day, her long orange and red hair swaying as she declared she would defeat me. Her haori being torn to pieces by spikes that attacked every inch of her flesh, skewering her over and over again.
Even with a hundred spikes piercing her body, she would not fall. She remained on her feet, forcing her legs to move forward. But it was too late for her, because the next spike split her skull in two.
I scattered her body in a fit of rage, before my spikes ended the sobbing of the two girls she had fought so hard to protect. It was a pointless sacrifice, but she smiled at the end. Even with her body destroyed, she had the gall to smile.
I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
She was stronger than me, I know that. But she died all the same, because that strength was misplaced. So I was the one who lived and she was the one who died.
I was the strongest, I should have gone on to claim my place amongst the Upper Ranks! If only I wasn't confined to this street!
My Blood Demon Art is incredibly strong, I can manipulate drops of my blood into spikes and harden them. But it comes with a cost, one that is far too high.
I walked this street every night, on my way home from working in the red light district. Every night for ten years. I spilt blood on this street and I shed twice as much. I hated this street with every ounce of my being.
A constant reminder of my failure of a life, I hated it more than I thought possible. That hatred only grew deeper when I found myself alone, in front of a man that was devouring the corpse of a dead girl.
I recognised the girl, I had been sweet on her once. It doesn't matter now though, she is dead. The man did not even turn his head. It took me several moments to realise that my upper and lower halves had been separated.
I hated this street and now my insides were scattered across it. I did not make a noise as both halves of me hit the floor. All I could feel was disgust tinged with relief. I would now be free from my debt but this damn street will be the last thing I see.
My emotions must have shown on my face. Before I knew it, the man was stood over me. His black hair had been combed back and he wore expensive white clothing. What stood out the most was his skin and eyes.
His skin was ghastly, a white so pale that even the winter sun would burn it. His pink eyes were like that of a cat, they studied me curiously. His fingers plunged into my skull and that was that. I became a demon.
I devoured everyone who came before me. Even the Demon Slayers armed with their nichirin blades. I killed them all. Nobody could touch me. I became a member of the Twelve Kizuki, inducted as Lower Moon Three.
I challenged the former Lower Moon One to a battle and won. I claimed that place from her, but now I have lost for the first time. To that man, to someone so strong that I couldn't match up to him at all.
In that final moment, when he slashed my body and neck, I saw it. A memory that did not belong to me, of a man that was almost identical to him. A memory from His blood, something that had been scarred into it.
It was the first time I had ever felt fear as a demon, it flooded my veins and petrified me from the inside out. The face of that man was accompanied by something else. As the blade reached me, I saw the smiling face of the Flame Hashira.
She was not smiling at me. She was smiling at him, as he unleashed the final attack. That attack that cut me in two, the same way that I died for the first time. Then the next one that claimed my head.
At least he will die now. I will use everything I have left to destroy him. There is no way he can escape this.
Ah-
I'm-
"Yoichi-san, can you hear me?"
I can hear you, your voice is drilling into my consciousness. Let me sleep, it hurts. My arms and legs, are they still there?
I can't feel much, but that is changing. The ability to feel is slowly returning to my limbs, but with it comes the pain. I'm surprised that I am still alive, I can feel the spikes that entered my flesh. The wounds they left are deep and painful.
None of them struck my vitals, thanks to Shimmering Sun. My body moved on instinct, my legs and arms working in perfect unison as I avoided death by a hair's breadth. I have heard about people creating new forms for existing styles, as well as people that create new styles entirely.
This is a sign that the Hinokami Kagura I use is evolving. It grows and changes with me, even now it is different from the Hinokami Kagura that I was taught. The steps are different and I am wielding a sword, not a kagura. The flames that I see when I execute the techniques are no longer a fiery red, they are a light gold.
I can see it now in my mind, Shimmering Sun. It is far from perfect, but I will beat it into my bones. I will develop it to the utmost limit and hone it to perfection. The ultimate defensive technique, one that will undoubtedly save my life time and time again.
It is simpler to execute the swordplay of Blooming Flame Undulation with the breathing of the Hinokami Kagura, so that is what I will do. Shinjuro-san ensured that I mastered the first five forms of Flame Breathing, so I have him to thank for my survival.
The ultimate technique of Flame Breathing, Rengoku. The namesake of the Flame Hashira lineage, using it was like an insult to them. It was the only thing I could do, but I wish there was another way. If Kyojuro wishes to become a Demon Slayer, I will ensure that he learns that form perfectly.
There is nothing I can do about the seventh and eighth forms, because I was never shown them. I can pass down every form except for those. Shinjuro-san did say that the Flame Hashira passed down notes from generation to generation, perhaps they will be recorded in those notes.
"Yoichi-san, are you awake?"
I am awake now, because you woke me up. But it doesn't matter, my mind is in overdrive. There is no way I can fall asleep again when I am wracked by these thoughts and this pain.
"Ouch, yeah I'm awake."
I push my body upwards slightly as I respond, it is not polite to converse with someone whilst you are lying down.
"Don't try to sit up! Are you stupid?!"
I know that voice, now that I can focus on it. Masuyo-san, but why would it be her? I thought it would be one of the Kakushi.
"What am I saying, of course you're stupid."
Now that is a bit harsh, even if it sounds like you're going to cry.
"You almost died! Your body was in such an awful state, it still is!" I
know that, don't you think I can feel it every time I breathe?
"I know, but it couldn't be helped."
Even talking is a little bit too taxing, but it would not do to just ignore her when she is this concerned for me. There are tear stains on her cheeks and her long black hair hangs down over her shoulders.
I wish I hadn't said that, because she looks angry now. Even though it is the truth that it couldn't be helped, why does she look so angry. If I wasn't so badly injured, I'm sure she would have hit me.
"It can't be helped… of course it can be helped. You really are stupid, one of the stupidest people that I have ever met."
She does not pull her punches at all, but what was I supposed to do in that situation?
"I fulfilled my duty."
That is the only reply that I can muster. I can't argue against her, I don't stand a chance. Every look she sends my way silences me, because I can see the concern written all over her face.
She doesn't reply, but tears start falling. I don't know why it is that she is so cut up about everything. Raising a hand to brush away the tears sends shockwaves of pain through my body, every movement affects every wound.
"I'm alive."
That is what really matters. I said that I would return alive and I have done that. I came here to defeat a Twelve Kizuki and I claimed the heads of two of them. Lower Moon Six and Lower Moon One. Both in a single night.
The wounds on my hands and forearms are from Lower Moon Six, the acid burns. Those will scar forever. But it has not weakened my ability, every time I see them I am reminded of what I am. Somebody who fights and receives injuries for the sake of others.
The spikes that penetrated my shoulders were thin, so I will heal and be able to move forward. They did not dig deep, so the muscle did not sustain permanent damage. Spikes touched every part of my body, I almost became a walking pincushion.
"But you're hurt so badly, you must be in agony!"
I am in agony, of course I am. My body was destroyed, every single movement hurts. Exhaling and inhaling send needling pain throughout my entire chest, like a dot to dot of pain that joins up every wound.
"It is painful."
My voice is growing hoarse, I don't know how long I was unconscious for. Whether it had been hours or days. There is no blood on my body and I am clad in clean bandages.
"Even though it is painful, you haven't complained once! You haven't screamed out, wishing that it had never happened! You just lie there and bear it."
She raised her voice, but I can understand why.
"That is because this pain is proof that I protected people."
Her eyes widen and the tears stop falling, my hand falls back to my side and I sigh in relief. At least she's not crying anymore, she can shout as much as she likes.
I am lying in her bed, I know this because it is huge. The mattress is soft and the wood is carved with incredible accuracy. The headboard depicts a group of samurai sitting around a campfire, their swords at their side. Masuyo-san blushes as she notices me looking at it.
The tense atmosphere has disappeared, now it is just the two of us as we were before. She took care of me at her own behest, even nursing me in her own bed. This is the second time that it has happened, first it was Tamayo-san who nursed me back to health.
I am always getting injured, my injuries this time are worse than my encounter with Upper Moon Two. It will take at least a week before I can heal enough to make the journey to headquarters. Going now would put too much stress on my body. I will have to burden Masuyo-san for a little while longer.
The week passes by, Masuyo-san spends most of the day tending to me. It makes me feel awkward, that she is using up so much of her precious time on me. Her aides do not speak to me, but one of them smiles whenever she sees me. Masuyo-san has been smiling a lot more, I don't know why. She seems to enjoy taking care of me.
"Yoichi, what do you think of this one?"
She holds up a piece of crimson cloth, holding it under the sunlight so that I can see it properly. My haori was almost entirely shredded to pieces, but Masuyo-san is determined to repair it. She has a determined look on her face and I can't help but think that she looks incredibly cool.
Masuyo-san has been exempt from her daily duties as an oiran due to my injuries, but she still performs her nightly duties by speaking to the men coming to court her. It is strange that she has decided to look after me herself, but I cannot complain. Even if I feel like a burden, it seems to make her happy.
"I can buy a new haori, you don't have to trouble yourself for my sake."
It is the truth, even though that haori has been passed down to me, I can purchase one of my own. I have earned a good amount of money already as a Demon Slayer, and I believe the Hashira earn a lot more.
"I have already troubled myself for your sake, a little more work won't do me any harm."
As normal she shoots down my answer. I have nothing to say to that, so I let it go. She counters everything that I have to say brilliantly, leaving me with no room to argue.
In the nights, when she is working, I practice my swordplay in the spacious bedroom. Even if I am injured, I cannot miss out on training. I must keep my skills honed, even if my arms and legs scream in pain. My wounds are a lot better now, but they still ache if I strain myself too much.
It is during one of these nightly training sessions that someone pays me a visit. The window is wide open and my crow flies straight through it, followed after by a man that I recognise as the Leaf Hashira. He breezes in through the window, even though it is several stories up. He looks older now, even though it has been only a fortnight since I saw him last.
"Good to see you're doing well, boy."
He grins at me, leaning against the wall as his hand rests on his sword. It is instinctual, we all do it. Because we need to be able to draw that sword at a moment's notice.
"My wounds are healing nicely, Hideki-san. Thank you for your concern." I remember his name from the time that the master addressed him, but it is only his first name. He might think I am being rude by addressing him in that way, but I do not know his last name.
"No need to be so formal, just headed over to see how your recovery was going. This crow told us everything, about both of the Lower Moons that you killed. You were lucky to get such a smart one."
His grin disappears as he speaks, his tone sharpens and his demeanour becomes serious. It is good that my crow was able to report everything successfully, it prevented more needless worry.
"Thank you, Hideki-san."
It really means a lot that he has come to visit me, even if it is an order. This man is my comrade and my soon to be fellow Hashira. It is surreal, I accomplished what was asked of me and I will be named as one of the nine Hashira. A swordsman who upholds the Demon Slayer Corps.
"Thank me by growing stronger, even stronger than you are now."
He nods at me as he speaks. He is the first person I have spoken to in a week, other than Masuyo-san. Even though I enjoy talking to her a lot, it is nice to speak with somebody else.
"I will do just that, Hideki-san. Please, give the master my regards and tell him I will return soon."
I return his nod and he grins before leaving. He leaps straight out of the window and into the night, moving through the streets with ease. Less than ten minutes after he leaves, Masuyo-san returns.
She catches me in the act of swinging my sword and I freeze. She doesn't shout at me or sigh, instead she looks a little bit sad.
"You're going soon, aren't you?"
I place my sword down on the bed and turn to face her. It is only right that I tell her the truth, I am planning on leaving when the sun rises. I have duties to fulfill and expectations to live up to.
"I will leave at sunrise."
Her downcast look disappears, replaced by a smile. It is false, like a painting hiding a crack in a wall. A smile that patches over the cracks, because she doesn't want to dampen the mood. This is the skill of an oiran.
I dislike fake smiles. I dislike tears, but I cannot stand fake smiles. Because they remind me of the pity that I used to receive, fake smiles aimed at me because of the mark on my face. They do not belong in this situation, you only smile when you are truly happy.
I'm not really good with this kind of thing, I'm much more suited to battle. But I can try my hardest for the woman in front of me, because she has tried her hardest for me.
One step, two steps, three steps. My feet move towards her until I am stood less than a metre away. I reach out and clasp her hands, holding them tightly between my own. The size difference between us is gigantic. Her hands are dwarfed by my own. Mine are rough and worn, whereas hers are delicate. They have some wear to them, but it is not very noticeable.
"Masuyo-san, thank you for everything. You saved my life and for that, I will always be in your debt."
I speak sincerely whilst looking deep into her eyes. It was Tanjuro that said this is the best way to get through to a woman. I can always trust my older brother, he was always right.
She blushes again, turning to look away from me. I'm confused as to why she would blush but at least she isn't wearing her false smile. She doesn't try to pull away or shrink backwards, instead she whispers something under her breath.
Even with my incredible hearing, my brain doesn't really process the words. What did she just say? It was as if the words disappeared into a black hole inside of my head.
She smiles up at me and I can tell that this one is real. Her mouth lifts up entirely and her eyes shine brilliantly. She looks deep into my own eyes and that is when I remember just how beautiful she is.
Moonlight spills into the room and falls upon the both of us, illuminating this moment. I will never forget it for as long as I live. The way the moonlight complements her features is fantastic. That is when she speaks.
"You will come back one day, right? You aren't going to die on me? You promise?"
She speaks fast and begins to blush again as she does so. It reminds me that even if she is a prestigious oiran to the public, she is an ordinary girl behind closed doors. A side that I get to see that nobody else knows.
"I promise."
A promise is so easy to make, but hard to keep. The truth is that I cannot promise not to die. I can try my hardest, I can train and I can grow stronger. But that might not be enough, I might die anyway. Shinjuro-san was strong, very strong, but he died.
My goal is Kibutsuji Muzan and the disgusting head that rests upon his shoulders. That is a goal that could very well lead to my death, but I will not say it. Because I will lie to Masuyo-san, because I do not want her to cry.
I will return one day, in the future. Maybe when it is all over, if I don't die. We can laugh and joke like old friends, share a drink and some food. But until then, it would not be wise to drag her into a world that could ruin her life.
I know that, I know it should end here. That I should put it out of my mind and move on, but I don't think I can do that.
"Masuyo-san, would you mind if we were to exchange letters?"
I can feel my own cheeks hotting up as I say that and she responds by widening her smile even more. Now that I think about it, I might be her only friend. Leaving her alone is far more cruel.
"I would love that."
She smiles up at me and I smile back down at her, before our hands break apart. We spend the rest of the night talking and laughing until the sun rises. That is when we part ways. The brothel provides me with enough provisions to make the journey.
"Yoichi, here."
Masuyo-san hands me something on my way out. The haori that she repaired, but she did more than repair it. Emblazoned upon it are letters, the kanji for my name written in gold against the crimson.
It looks brand new, but it is still the same haori I remember. Passed down to me from my uncle, who had it passed down to him. Masuyo-san understood the history of it and went to great lengths to preserve it. She really is a wonderful person. It seems I will forever be in her debt.
"Masuyo-san, I will never be able to repay you for this."
I lower my head as I bow to her. Her aides accompany her this time, smiling at me as they bow to me too.
"You'll make it up to me someday, I know you will."
She smiles lightly at me before stretching her hand out to me in the same fashion as she did when we first met on that night. I know what to do now.
I take her hand in my own and kiss it lightly. It might have been nothing more than the light of dawn, but I could have sworn that I saw her blush.
The road to headquarters is long, but it will be easy. I can run and jump, I was well looked after during my rehabilitation. The fact that I kept training has kept me in shape, so I have not lost fitness by remaining idle.
My wounds ache slightly, but it reminds me of what I am. It is not unbearable, so I run even harder. People give me odd looks as I blitz by at a high speed. A few months ago this would have taken a toll on my body, but now it feels easy. Even after the injuries I suffered, I can run like this.
The feeling of the air rushing past me is fantastic, I feel incredibly alive. I spend the day running and the night recuperating whilst patrolling the area. I sleep for four hours every night after patrolling for a bit.
Arriving back at headquarters, I am awaited by the entire Ubuyashiki family. I am lead to the same garden as before, the one in which the master had addressed the Hashira. The sun is high overhead and I can hear the birds singing.
Two more people join me in the garden. I can barely hear them approaching, but they are there. The Flower Hashira and Hideki-san, the Leaf Hashira. The two of them stand on either side of me and face the house.
"Yoichi-kun, I knew you would do it!"
She can barely contain her excitement as she speaks, I can see her rocking on the ball of her feet. I can remember her name from the meeting before. Takai Riko, the Flower Hashira.
"Thank you for believing in me, Takai-san."
I respond to her with a light smile before looking forward towards the house. She is a user of Flower Breathing, a style derived from Water Breathing. I address her by her last name, because I am not familiar with her.
"It's fine, you can call me Riko!"
She pouts slightly as she looks up at me. All three of us are stood almost shoulder to shoulder, all of our hands are in the same position. Left hand atop the hilt of our swords and right hands down at our side.
"Thank you, Riko-san."
I respond again, stifling a laugh as I speak.
"Just Riko!"
She continues to pout, before she is interrupted by two voices that speak in perfect unison. Heralding the arrival of our master, who is here to speak to the three of us.
We drop to one knee in unison, our hands leaving our swords. We bow to the master, the man that oversees the entire organisation.
"You may raise your heads."
His voice sounds somewhat weaker, but that is no surprise. The master is unwell, his body grows weaker by the year. He might have three more years left, but no more than that.
"My children, you have all done exceptionally well. You continue to serve admirably and support our organisation as our Hashira."
He coughs slightly before continuing to speak to us as we kneel in the garden,
"Riko, you have performed exceptionally. Thanks to you, those children in Tokyo will remain safe."
His soothing voice reaches us, despite it's weakening. He smiles at Riko, who smiles back even wider. It is clear to see the respect that everyone has for the master, including myself.
"Hideki, you have saved more lives than I can count. You have defeated countless demons, including a member of the Twelve Kizuki. You may retire."
Retirement? Now? When there are only six Hashira? That would mean we remain as six with my inclusion, but six is nowhere near enough.
"Thank you, oyakata-sama. Your offer is most generous, but I will have to refuse it again. Even though I grow old, I will still fight on as one of your Hashira."
Hideki-san responds with a smile, bowing his head to the master once again. Of course he would refuse, Hideki-san is the kind of man that will fight to the death. The master responds to Hideki-san with a smile before turning his head in my direction.
"Yoichi, you have defeated two of the Twelve Kizuki. Lower Moon Six and Lower Moon One have fallen to your blade and you have avenged one of my fallen children. I will be forever in your debt. Rengoku Akira may now rest in peace."
The master bows his head to me, I can't believe it. He is lowering his head to me and saying that he will forever be in my debt. I don't believe it, there is no way that is true. I owe him my life.
"For your outstanding contribution and efforts, you are to be promoted."
The master pauses and takes a breath before continuing with what he was going to say. I already know how I will answer him.
"Will you become one of the Hashira that support this organisation, a symbol of strength that inspires hope in others?"
Riko smiles up at me and Hideki-san shoots me his trademark grin too, I can't believe it. It has not been long since I have been an official member of the Demon Slayer Corps and now I hold the highest rank.
"I will."
That is all that I need to say, the rest will be shown through my actions. Hashira are named for the Breathing Style that they use and I will be no different.
"Yoichi, you are a child that I am extremely proud of. I knew that you would accomplish great things, but you have surprised all of us with your growth. Shinjuro-san was very proud of you, we all are."
I have to do everything in my power to prevent tears from forming in my eyes. I have come so far from the boy that I was. I have worked and worked and worked. I have lost and I have won. All of it has been for this moment.
"I hope that you will continue to dance towards a future in which we succeed. Yoichi, the Kagura Hashira."
Wowowowowowow. So, this is a first for this story. A chapter in which there is no action and it is purely dialogue based. I am a little nervous in all honesty, because dialogue has never ever been my strong suit. We also got more of an insight into Yoichi's mind now that he isn't avidly trying not to die and has time to rest and relax. I do like the little spark that exists between Masuyo and Yoichi, it is very fun to write the both of them. And we have it, Yoichi is now a Hashira. We have made it here, originally there were only supposed to be 5 chapters before we caught up to the start of the manga but my estimation is about 12-13 before we get there now because damn there is a lot of setup. As always, please let me know what you guys think especially about this chapter now that it is more dialogue based! -TheGrailsVoice
batmanuchiha: Interesting I had no idea how he was gonna get out of this the only way I thought of was either the demon slayer mark awakening or a hashira stepping in so kudos to you for surprising me
I am happy that I was able to surprise you! I had always intended for Yoichi to overcome this obstacle with his own strength, that isn't to say that he will never rely on anyone!
LaryTheTableGuy: This chapter was very spicy. I am looking forward to see how he interacts with the Canon characters when they arrive!
I am very happy to hear that you enjoyed it, we are slowly but surely getting towards the arrival of the canon characters! I am very much looking forward to writing those interactions, especially with a certain pair!
Sythe-elda: Dang, what a fight! Who doesn't love strong demons with cool techniques that put up a challenge?!
Awesome fight scene you wrote. Love how you incorporated Yoichi's belief in not only a slayer's technique, speed, and strength as being a factor in fighting, but also using one's brain and ideas to overcome an obstacle. Makes you aware that no matter how strong the slayer is, they are still at the disadvantage with fighting a demon with unknown abilities, in that demon's realm, as well any other outside sources getting in the way. With the lower moon stating that he killed a former Hashira, I feel like that kinda screamed that fact to us even further.
And man, I can't wait to see Yoichi at his peak! Lol so many scenarios of what will happen running through my head. Also can't wait for the more dialogue between characters. As much as I love the action, I also love conversations between characters just as much.
Overall, your writing is amazing! You obviously know your stuff and how to write which stands out in a great way :)
Onto to the next one!
Your kind words never fail to put a smile on my face! I always look forward to your reviews because they are such a treat to read! I had so much fun writing that fight, writing fight scenes is my favourite thing to do and I have written a lot of them! It is why I was very excited to write a DS fic in all honesty. It was good to show he has that Kamado big brain that Tanjirou has in the manga and that he understands how to fight, that it is more than swinging a sword. I also am looking forward to peak Yoichi and the interaction between him and anyone that gets in his way! As promised, this chapter features a lot of dialogue. I am looking forward to reading your next review!
connor j. fowler: it would be nice if you made an advanced version of all twelve sun breathing forms like you did with shimmering sun and the canon flash dance Tanjiro develops, I'd really like it if hinokami kagura became an evolution of sun breathing rather then the same style using a different name
I have always found Sun Breathing fascinating because we have never seen it in it's true form, we have seen it passed down after Yoriichi altered it to work against Muzan. Maybe Yoichi finds the way back to it's roots, or develops it even further and makes it his own completely! Thank you for your review!
Ali: Please please please write some more! I love this fanfic! Looking forward to more chapters
I will continue to write it until the end, because I am writing it for everyone that reads it! You guys are my motivation and I do not want to disappoint you! Thank you for your kind words!
Guest: I'm a bit surprised he didn't kill the hand demon. I had hope he would find him and maybe we would have Sabito and Makomo in future chapters... Too bad.
This was one of many decisions that I struggled to make, but I opted for the hand demon to survive. When looking at the grand scheme of things, it fits the feel of the plot so much better if Giyuu remains the way he is in canon. Thank you for reading!