(Two men are standing outside of the estate of Lord Okita. One is older than the other. Both are wearing swords at their sides.)

"Is he the one?"

"Yes, that's Lord Okita's eldest son."

"Seems a little young, don't you think?"

"I don't know. They say the Okita was around his age when he began his training. And you know how he turned out."

Lord Okita had kept his word. Despite his wife's misgivings, he did send word to the Council of Elders, the men who were in charge of deciding who would become a demon slayer, telling them that his son wished to become a slayer. Two men arrived. Ukon, the elder of the two was a slayer of some accord. Though the days of youth were long gone, he still was a formidable foe. Araki was younger, no more than thirty, and still on active patrol. Araki had decided to accompany Ukon on this journey while he recovered from his wounds.

(Both men are now inside the walls of Okita's home. They are now in the presence of the lord and his son.)

"Lord Okita, it has been ages since we last met!"

"Ukon, don't tell me that you're still slaying?"

"Of course. Not all of us have had the luxury of falling in love. So, how is your wife?"

"She is more beautiful than ever. Allow me to introduce my eldest son, Tetsumi."

"I am honored to be in your presence, my lord."

"Your son is very formal, Lord Okita. You have taught him well. I hope that it doesn't wear off with the training."

"I think we should worry about him being accepted before he even thinks about training."

"Of course. Shall we begin?"

The four then set out to find an open space in which to begin testing the boy. The first test would be if Tetsumi possessed the necessary fighting skills to become a demon slayer.

"Alright young one. We will begin by having you attack Araki over here."

"I am ready, my lord. Master Araki, I hope that I will be able to prove myself."

Using the sword that his father lent him, Tetsumi began to swing at Araki, his footsteps following his sword, just as his father taught him. Right foot, swing. Left foot, swing. Right foot, swing. Left, swing. Pause, parry. Regain form, continue the attack.

"Keep at it Tetsumi, you're doing fine! Araki, don't let him push you back!"

"I'm trying!"

"Alright, enough! Tetsumi, cease the attack!"

"Yes Master Ukon."

"That was good for one so young. How old are you?"

"I am ten years old. I will turn eleven in three months."

"It seems that your father has taught you well. You know that he was one the greatest demon slayers that ever lived?"

"Really?"

"Alright Ukon. I was good, but I wasn't that good."

"Try telling that to the thousands of demons you killed."

"Thousands?"

"I don't know about thousands. Hundreds? Maybe."

"If you're son is anything like you, I going to feel sorry for any demon that crosses his path."

(Ukon winks at Tetsumi and rubs his hair)

"Let's move on to the next test."