Okay, so, this is my second time writing this chapter, seeing as my original plan for this chapter wasn't exactly solid and would be better off done later on in the arc than this early on (I did say this would be the longest arc so far) so I'll save that concept for later.
This chapter will go back with our main characters, specifically focusing more on the main three's training, as well as Hanako. I've developed a pattern between this arc, where it'll bounce between the two groups of characters.
Also, I'm considering changing my P/atreon a little bit, mostly because the way I structured it is still reminiscent of my past financial situation, which is no longer the case, so I'm going to be switching it up a bit, well, maybe, I don't know, we'll have to see.
Also, I wanted to state that, at the beginning of the story, I made an oopsie with Nezuko's age. I said she was 11 back in chapter 5 or 6, I can't remember when, but in reality, she was 12. My bad!
But yeah, enough of that, let's get into this chapter.
Gruelling.
That was the best way to describe the training that Kokushibo had put the group of three under. The structure of the training was balanced in every way to target the three main aspects of a Demon Slayer: Dexterity, Lung Capacity, and Physical strength.
It all started with doing 50 laps around a two-kilometre circle track, then directly after which they would be forced to do several series of jumping push ups. The exercise was in the name, where you would do a push up, jump upward, do a jumping jack, then go back into a push up formation and repeat. After those two things, they were all forced to hone their breathing capabilities, doing sit ups while breathing in and out sharply each time they completed a single sit up.
This was all done to strengthen their lung capacity.
All of this would take 6 hours each day, with very minimal breaks. Though, as the weeks moved forward, it would take less time each session, showing growth in some capacity. Kokushibo explained to them that the practice was done to build up their lungs to the point where they could, very easily, hold Total Concentration Breathing for 24 hours a day without having to stop.
The benefits of Total Concentration Breathing were increased stamina and physical strength, meaning that they would be on par with Demons in terms of that. Of course, Technoblade didn't need to do this, per se, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to pass up the chance to get stronger.
That would just be stupid.
After each session of Breathing training, the group would do one on one battles with Kokushibo with wooden blades. Watching the fights with Technoblade and Dream were mesmerizing, however, when Nezuko stepped up to the plate, it was a walking disaster. It was embarrassing to watch, at least for the first few days.
Constant slip ups, constant miss-movements, constant openings, it was laughable. Yet, Kokushibo was nothing if not helpful. He would help correct her stances in overall basic training, and by the time she got better with her movements, better with her stances, she could hold up a real chance against the Demon, though not for long like Dream and Technoblade.
Still, the training continued, the same lung enhancement training, the same dexterity training, the same everything. It looped like this for two whole months, including the teen's birthday. With the goal of breaking the pots with nothing but their breathing, it was a surmountable task.
Well, at least for Nezuko.
It only took Dream and Technoblade two weeks, three for Dream, to break all five pots, and for Nezuko, it took the full two months. Though, as a result, she learned a fair bit more about herself in the process. She learnt that she was a quick adapter- able to adapt to most, if not all, situations that didn't favour her.
While the other two were learning Moon Breathing, she was still trying to hit Kokushibo's neck, of which those two almost completed the task on day one, had it not been for Kokushibo showing his true skill with them—of which he was monstrous in nothing short of the word. It even gave Technoblade some issues that he had to overcome.
But there was also another unexpected—at least to Nezuko—outcome of this type of training, and that was the pre-teens body.
By now, Nezuko was no longer the typical skinny, fragile little girl she had been two months ago, rather, she was more of a honed fighter with an athletic body type to suit the occasion. Her arms had a decent bulk to them, as did her legs, and her core was adorned with a starting set of muscles. This didn't stop her from being a bit self-conscious about it, but Technoblade assured her that it was natural.
Of course, this was all balanced out with a healthy meal and sleep schedule—Kokushibo was a little more reasonable than a brute after all—allowing for her body to be maintained during the training.
And currently, they were doing yet another spar.
"Strike harder than that! Do you really think you can slay Demons with such weak striking power?!" The sharp, disciplinary tone of Kokushibo's voice rang out through the training room as his arm blocked the strike from a wooden katana that had been held by Nezuko, who was using Total Concentration Breathing to increase her physical strength and stamina.
The younger Kamado sibling forced as much of her natural body weight into the attack as physically possible, yet it was making no headway. A grunt escaped her mouth as her eyes narrowed, glaring daggers at Kokushibo, whose many eyes returned the favour.
"You need to put all of your body's natural strength into a blow such as that! Your timing and rhythm must be perfect, without that, you're a walking meat dish to any Demon who sees you as prey!" The Demon snarled, the wooden blade slowly digging into the Demon's skin, but not drawing blood.
"Yes! This is the most damage I've done to him since we began our spars! I might not have drawn blood, but this is easily the best I've done! All I have to do is push harder, and maybe I'll draw some blood, even with such a weak weapon!" Nezuko thought as she continued to push.
Yet, it was all for naught.
Kokushibo threw the arm that he was using to block the strike upward, knocking Nezuko's arm and wooden weapon upward, leaving an opening in the girl's defences, then returned the favour with an attack from his own flesh-covered blade of which he drew within the split of a second, albeit using the dull-end, to strike Nezuko across the chest.
Despite that side of the blade being dull, it was still sharp enough to leave behind a surface wound as blood spewed from the strike. Nezuko's eyes widened as she jumped backwards about two feet away, holding her wooden sword behind her and out of the way as she got into a low stance.
"I can't keep going like this. I'm not making as much progress as those two… then again, Technoblade's a Demon, and Dream is… well, he's Dream. I don't know what he is," Nezuko thought, looking at Kokushibo, her eyes narrowing. "Why did I have to get such a strict instructor…."
Kokushibo stood confidently, holding his blade in front of him as Nezuko ran forward, jumping upward before performing a hammer kick, knocking Kokushibo in the head, who resisted the blow.
The first Upper Moon demon grabbed her leg with his free hand, then slammed her into the wall beside him before following up with a thrusting attack with his blade aimed towards her neck. Nezuko's eyes widened in shock, anticipating for the strike to hit, only for his blade to stop a few inches away from her neck, the edge pressing against the stem of her neck. As a result of the sudden stop, a small trail of blood leaked from the small pinprick.
"You're improving, but not fast enough. It's been two months and you still cannot land a clean attack on my neck, that's disappointing," Kokushibo said, sheathing his sword. "Is what I would say if you were a Demon. For a human, however, you're making remarkable progress, still, it is not ideal," Kokushibo started, turning away from Nezuko, who fell to her knees, breathing heavily.
"I'm way out of my league, and he knows it… why am I even bothering…?" Nezuko thought, looking up at Kokushibo, his back turned to her as she balled her hand up into a fist. "Damnit! I can't think like that! If anything, I'm doing this for my family, for Takeo… for Tanjiro… for Hanako… I have to do this!" Nezuko thought, looking down at the floor as sweat dripped from her forehead.
Technoblade and Dream watched from the sidelines, their arms folded. They had been concerned for the young girl, seeing as she had only just turned 13 years old a few weeks back, and despite this, Kokushibo only rewarded her with her training regimen increasing.
"Both Technoblade and Dream have been able to strike my neck, and both have fully mastered Total Concentration Breathing. It only took them a week to do so, though I suppose I cannot hold you to their standards," Kokushibo continued, glancing over his shoulder, his many eyes staring at Nezuko's dishevelled form on the floor. "Take an hour or two to recuperate, then, we will go again. We will continue to do this until you have struck my neck. I will not allow you to learn the basics of Moon Breathing until you've done so."
And with that, Kokushibo left the room through one of the doors. For two months, Nezuko, Dream, and Technoblade had been training under Kokushibo to learn the way of a breathing technique. Technoblade had made strong headway into developing his own, getting the feel for his blade unlike he had before, and developing attacks around it.
Dream, however, was having a much harder time figuring out what to make of Moon Breathing. He had mastered the first and second forms, without the help of Demon powers to assist it, changing some of the attacks that required Kokushibo's Blood Demon Art to work into only using a blade, however, the rest of which were difficult to replicate.
Technoblade walked up to Nezuko, helping her get up as she breathed heavily. "Don't worry, Nezuko, you'll get the hang of it," the blood god reassured her, only for the teen to slap away his hand. Technoblade looked at her, worry in his eyes as he was met with a pair of pink determined ones.
"I'm going to do some more training on my own time. I can't afford to take a break," Nezuko stated, walking away. Technoblade felt a sense of worry wash over him as he watched Nezuko walk over to the test dummies halfway across the 50-metre long room, practicing rudimentary slashes, all the while using Total Concentration Breathing.
The blood god felt a hand on his shoulder, and when he turned around to look at who it was, he saw Dream, his mask obscuring his face. "Don't worry about her, she's trying her best," Dream stated, letting go of his shoulder. "She's been like this ever since she broke the fifth vase two weeks back. I bet she feels like she's weighing us both down because she can't progress as fast as us. Kokushibo knows this as well, which is why he's pushing her as hard as he is," Dream stated, turning around to walk in the direction of the exit.
"Shouldn't we be here with her? Maybe we can help her?" Technoblade suggested as Dream scoffed.
"And get scolded by Kokushibo? The last time we tried to help he made us spar with him for twelve hours as punishment, while in his super form. Yeah, no thanks. He wants her to learn at her own pace so that it's healthier for her body. She's already pushing herself by working as hard as she is, she doesn't need to be worked even harder," Dream retorted, continuing towards the exit. "Now, come on, I believe Wilbur wanted us to watch Hanako's spar with Akaza later today, and we both know that's going to be wild," Dream said, a smirk underneath his mask.
Technoblade let out a sigh, turning to follow Dream. He looked over his shoulder back at Nezuko, who was working tirelessly to combo her slashes into one another, only to slip up a few times. There was a curse under her breath before then starting up again.
Without much more thought, the half-piglin stepped out of the room, leaving the Kamado all by herself. She continued her strikes, unaware of the person watching her just by the door, his red eyes boring holes into the back of her head. Eventually, the man walked up behind her and halted her arms movements, causing her to gasp.
"Relax, I just came to see how you've been training," a calm voice spoke, causing her head to whip around and meet face to face with Muzan Kibutsugi. He was wearing a white tuxedo with a black tie, a fedora, and a pair of black striped pants. Overall, he looked like a person who ran one of those fancy brothels at the entertainment district than a Demon King.
"I have to say, from what Kokushibo has told me, you're doing quite well," Muzan said, letting go of her arms as the teen quickly bowed.
"Thank you, sir!" The teen replied, causing the Demon to scoff.
"You need not bow to me, child. You're not one of my Demons, though the gesture is appreciated," The Demon King stated as Nezuko raised herself up from the bow.
"Ah-ha, my apologies, sir. Kokushibo-sensei has told me to treat you with the same respect he and his cohorts do," Nezuko said, rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment. The Demon King smirked at that, crossing his arms.
"I've seen your battles with him. I have to say, you're not too bad at it. Though there were several times that he could've killed you had it been a real battle. Perhaps you should work on your defensive stances and go for more of a defensive fighting style than an offensive one. It would suit you more, at least, in my humble opinion," Muzan stated as Nezuko put her wooden sword away.
"Really? I never thought of that…" Nezuko stated, scratching her head. She let out a sigh, looking back at the Demon King. "I wish my brother were here, maybe he would be able to help me out more," Nezuko lamented as Muzan raised an eyebrow.
"What happened to your brother? I haven't been kept in the loop ever since the Lower Moons were given off to The Blood God," Muzan said as Nezuko shook her head.
"Oh, it's nothing. My brother passed two months ago for… attempting to betray Dream. He was swiftly punished for it," Nezuko said, clenching her left fist. "My brother was stupid at some points in his life, always thinking with his heart instead of his brain. Idiot…" Nezuko snapped, shaking her head. "Sorry, sir, I'm sure you'd rather be attending to something else instead of listening to my rambles," Nezuko apologized, earning a hand on the shoulder from the Demon King.
"Well, if you want my humble opinion on the matter, I suggest that you use your brother's death as a push to do this. After all, it was the Demon Slayers' fault for it, wasn't it? If it hadn't been for the fact that they had offered a path for that to happen, your brother would still be alive. Besides, every hero needs a good backstory, don't they?" Muzan said, before letting go of her shoulder and walking away.
Nezuko stood there, dumbfounded by the Demon King's words. She looked at her hands, then a small smile crept on her face before she nodded. She watched Muzan's retreating form before taking out her wooden blade, turning to one of the dummies, then began practicing some defensive stances and attacks.
In the hallway, Kokushibo stood, looking at Muzan. "Master, do you think your suggestion will work?" the Upper Moon Demon asked as Muzan looked back at him, his eyes narrowing.
"Are you questioning me, Kokushibo?" Muzan asked as Kokushibo bowed.
"Of course not, Master, I would never, it was merely a query," Kokushibo responded, respect in his tone as Muzan hummed.
"Then I shall respond in full. You see, as I've watched her spars with you from the shadows, I've noticed one consistent thing- she tries copying The Blood God and his friend. While they are more suited for an offensive style of attack, she is not. In fact, I believe your Moon Breathing Technique is more suited towards her than those two, which is why I've noticed that The Blood God formed his own technique around the idea of your own. While all 16 forms are capable to be used without the use of a Blood Demon Art, it will be far more tricky for her if she uses it in an offensive style. Sun Breathing is combative, Moon Breathing is defensive. While her brother would've been a master at the former, she is a master at the latter. Funny how that works out, isn't it?" Muzan explained, drawing further into the darkness.
"Let me know when she has completed her training. I will await her soon after. After all, her final test is to defeat me in battle, is it not? Not kill me, per se, but to best me," Muzan said, leaving the area as Kokushibo raised his head.
"But of course, Master," Kokushibo said, watching the child continue to practice with her movements. If she thought things were hard now, she had no idea what was coming for her after the fact.
Hanako stood stock still, her fist clenched into a fist as she stared down a Demon Slayer. The moonlight shone down on the forest clearing as the Mizunoto rank Demon Slayer stared her down with trepidation. The Slayer was clad in a black uniform with no Haori, and his hair was black with a singular rose in his hair. He had large brown eyes and his form was shaky.
It was clear as day that the Demon Slayer was scared, and Hanako knew exactly why the Demon Slayer was scared. This must have been his first mission, which made a lot of sense in that way. If this was his first mission, the fear was expected. At least, to Hanako, that made sense.
Hanako was wearing a red and black checkered patterned Haori with an orange Kimono underneath, held together with a bow at the back. Her pale skin had red scars all over them, and her eyes contained a calm unlike any other. She was prepared. She knew what she had to do—Wilbur said it was the last form of her training, to kill a Demon Slayer and present their head to him, and she finally found one roaming in the deep forest of Kumitori mountain.
"I knew I'd find one of you here. Activity around this area has spiked ever since that village was massacred," Hanako spoke, her tone of voice dry. The Demon Slayer in question held the hilt of his blade, his stare still shaky, but his breath was firm.
"Y-You're a Demon, Y-You want to kill me, d-don't you?!" The Demon Slayer spoke, pointing at her.
"Your name." Hanako didn't bother to respond to the question, leaving the Demon Slayer confused.
"M-My what?" The Demon Slayer asked, confusion in his voice as Hanako narrowed her eyes.
"What is your name. I'm only going to say it once more. I always know the name of the person I kill, so you will tell me yours," Hanako spat as the Demon Slayer grit his teeth, his demeanour changing on the drop of a dime. It was like he got a sudden confidence boost from her statement. She didn't know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"My name… My name is Tadami Sugito!" Tadami stated, earning a gleam from Hanako's eye. Sugito sounded familiar to her, and she knew exactly why. It didn't take her long to figure it out, so in that regard….
"Sugito? Ah, now I get why that name is so familiar…" Hanako said, a smirk on her face. "Your father was Tooru Sugito, wasn't it, and your mother Ai Sugito? Ah, yes, now I know why I remember. I killed your mother's sister in that village~!" Hanako taunted, and then, the boy, sheer rage in his shout, charged towards Hanako.
"FIRST FORM! DUST WHIRLWIND CUTTER!" Tadami shouted, launching forward before unsheathing his sword and began to spin like a cyclone, cutting up Hanako's Haori before she could jump back with enough force to just barely avoid getting her head cut off.
"Shit! That was close! I almost died!" Hanako thought, red smog covering her arm before she launched it forward, smirking. "But he's going to!"
"Blood Demon Art – Combustion Blow," The Demonized girl said, just barely missing the Demon Slayer, who jumped back to avoid the punch, however, the explosion that left in its wake knocked Tadami back, sending him on his heels. He corrected his stance, breathed in deeply, then growled. He charged forward again, this time using his environment to spring off of a tree root to another tree root, then when he hopped up into the air, he performed a downward slash to try and snag her shoulder.
Hanako backflipped out of the way, the sword landing blade first on the ground, but that didn't stop Tadami. The black-haired Demon Slayer rushed forward once more, and with frightening speed, slashed across her chest, just barely missing her neck again. The slash was a deep one and caused a lot of blood to spray out of her.
Every time, he was just barely missing her neck. His accuracy wasn't the greatest, but the attacks always seemed to land. She extended her hand out, veins visible on the backside of it as more red fog travelled out of her fingertips.
"Blood Demon Art – Rippled Explosion!" Hanako cried out, unleashing several small explosions that the boy blocked the impact of for the most part with his Nicherin blade, only taking a few small hits to the upper shoulder, which caused him to wince.
However, directly afterward, he retaliated. "SECOND FORM: CLAWS- PURIFYING WINDS!" The Slayer shouted, raising his blade over top of his head before slamming down the blade, cutting Hanako directly down the face and through her eyes, leaving slash marks and blood to come flying out of the wounds. The attack almost looked like a claw coming to smash down on her.
Hanako had to retreat further back, the wounds regenerating at near light speed. It was thanks to all the people she had devoured in a short amount of time that she had been able to keep up with the boy and regenerate. Had it not been for that, she would have died.
"Keep it together, you're not going to lose. Not if you want that spot alongside Wilbur-Sensei!" Hanako thought, growling. "I have to prove my worth, then when I finish that fight with Akaza, I can be truly recognized by him." Hanako's thought process continued as Tadami stood opposite to her.
"You regenerated fast. Are you some sort of Super Demon?" The brat spat at her as she snarled.
"You're tough, I'll give you that, but your bravado will be your undoing," Hanako growled, clenching her fist before launching herself at him at blazing speeds. She reeled back a punch, and Tadami did the same, though with his sword. The sword and the fist collided, and the sword blocked the attack, cutting the hand straight off of the wrist.
Hanako winced, getting behind the boy before swiftly turning around, putting her arms up to block an attack as Tadami also spun around, sending at her yet another slash, cutting her arms off from the elbow down. Blood spewed everywhere from the attack as Hanako sprang back, her arms instantly regenerating as red smog covered both of them.
She had to end this, now. If she didn't, she'd lose too much blood and wouldn't be able to fight. She had to use the attack that she had created on her own time, one that allowed her to even have Wilbur suggest that she was ready to fight a Demon Slayer in the first place.
When Tadami saw the smog, he brought his blade up defensively, ready to block whatever attack that Hanako was preparing to dish out. But when Hanako closed the distance between the two, the boy's eyes widened as she smirked.
And when she said the name of her attack, the boy feared for his life.
"Blood Demon Art – Consecutive Exploding Blows!" and at near light speed, she proceeded to punch Tadami's blade over 100 times with juiced-up explosive punches. To the boy's credit, he was able to keep up, for the most part, blocking as many attacks with his swinging skills, but unfortunately for the boy, humans tired out, Demons did not. One of them was able to slip past the blade and hit his chest, causing him to be violently thrown back and into a tree.
When the boy crashed into the tree, he spat up a combination of saliva and blood, and a sickening crack echoed out in the forest. Whether that was the tree or the boy's back, neither of them knew.
Steam rose off of Hanako's fists as the smog disappeared back into her arms. She was thankful the attack was enough to hit the boy as hard as it did, seeing as she had been getting worried.
Hanako had used up so much blood by regenerating all the wounds she had gained from the fight that she only had half of the reserves that she had been stockpiling. She would have to refuel before fighting Akaza. "Fighting a Demon Slayer is difficult. I can see why Wilbur-Sensei trained me so much…" Hanako said, the only thing left on her body being her orange Kimono, as her Haori had been torn to shreds. "Damn, and I liked that one too… Oh well," Hanako thought, approaching the downed slayer.
Having taken a direct hit like that winded the boy, and broke his ribcage. He tried to stand up, but his body wouldn't let him. Yet, even still, he tried anyway and tried again. When he tried one last time to stand up, Hanako grabbed his neck, causing the boy to gasp. He dropped his sword, leaving himself defenceless as he squirmed.
"Well now, Tadami you put up more of a fight than your rank let on. It's a shame really, but I might as well put you out of your misery," Hanako remarked coldly, snapping the boy's neck without a second thought, killing him instantly.
It was funny, two months before this, she would've been against killing him. But now, after training with Wilbur, and listening to the Upper Moon's talking, she now knew more than ever that if she didn't kill and eat humans, she would die, not to mention, she would be limited in her movements.
Even looking back at that encounter with that other Demon Slayer when her training started, she had realized just how much more skilled she had become. Wilbur had taught her so many things in such a short amount of time. It was funny to think she even had that type of skill dormant in her.
"Well, I should take this back to Wilbur to show him the proof of my work," Hanako said, only to hear clapping in the distance. Her eyes widened, and when she turned around, she saw Wilbur, smirking.
"No need, I watched from a safe distance. Good on you Hanako, you did well!" The sixth Upper Moon said, a smile on his face. "Now, let's head home, shall we? You can eat on the way there," Wilbur said as Hanako nodded.
"Actually, hey, can we make a pitstop at a small village or campsite? I need to refill on my reserves. If that fight showed me anything, it showed me that I'll blow through blood if I get too injured and regenerate, all the while using my Blood Demon Art. Fighting Akaza on half of what I have now would be suicidal," Hanako said as Wilbur nodded.
"Fair enough. Considering he will be watching, it would be quite embarrassing to me if my student failed in front of him. I might not have his cells floating around in my body anymore, but I'm still Upper Moon six. I came across a small camp with a family there, but—"
"Hey~!" A voice called out, and landing on one of the tree branches was Douma. "Sorry to bother you, Hanachan, Wilbur-kun, but a little boy just walked out of that house, he looked really confused, and then when he saw me, he started crying asking if I knew where he was. I told him I'd fetch you since he looked a lot like Hanachan over there!"
Hanako froze. Horror in her eyes as she looked at Wilbur. The Demon titled his head, and then, before Douma could speak, Wilbur snapped his head over to him. "Take us there, now, Douma," Wilbur stated as Douma smiled, though it was half-hearted.
"Okay~!" Upper Moon two replied, turning to face the forest. "Well, let's go!"
The group of two followed Douma back to the house, which didn't take them too long, only about 10 minutes while running, to make it back to the house. Sitting next to Mukago on the front porch of the house was a boy with black hair, unmistakable brownish-red eyes, wearing a sea-green haori and white iromugi-kimono underneath.
"See, Mukago-san is taking care of him, but—" Douma was interrupted when Hanako shoved past him, rushing towards the two.
"TAKEO!" Hanako cried, running over to him as the boy looked up. Before Takeo could react, Hanako tackled him with a hug, confusing the boy.
"H-Hanachan?" Takeo stammered, hugging his sister back. When the two separated, Takeo stared at Hanako with wide-eyed confusion riddling his face. "W-What happened to you?" Takeo asked as Hanako looked away.
"I'll explain once you get something to eat. You must be starving, I can make some soup for you, if you want," Hanako said as Takeo shook his head.
"N-No! I want t-to know what happened to you first! Why are your eyes completely red? Why are you covered in red scars, why is your skin pale? What happened after we were…" Takeo stopped, looking at his hands. "H-How are you alive! I saw that man stab you with that weird tentacle thing! Your chest was blown open! H-How—"
"Shhh… everything will be explained, just, please listen to me, okay?" Hanako asked, rubbing her brother's cheek as he was about to go into hysterics. She glanced over to Wilbur, a soft smile on her face. "Wilbur-Sensei, can you please get Takeo something to eat? Something that isn't… ya know?" Hanako gestured as the man nodded, going inside the house as he squeezed past the two siblings.
Hanako looked over to Douma, her smile still on her face. "Upper Moon two-sama, can you please let Nezuko know that Takeo is awake? It would mean the world to me," Hanako asked as Douma nodded.
"Will do, little one, just give me a minute," Upper Moon two said, disappearing with the sound of a biwa following afterward. Mukago left without a word, allowing the two to be by themselves. Takeo simply hugged Hanako, crying into her shoulder as the younger Kamado sibling merely knelt there, allowing the boy to do so.
She had a lot of explaining to do.
-To Be Continued-
YUP! I bet you all thought I forgot about Takeo, didn't you! Well, guess what, I didn't! Ah HA! With Takeo now here, leave a comment guessing what his role is going to be? I bet it's not what you're expecting. That's all for now, until next time, peace!