Hashira Fights and Gyomei Training

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the training grounds as the Hashira gathered, each armed with a practice bōken, its wooden surface polished to a sheen. The air buzzed with anticipation, the unspoken challenge between them all clear: who among them could remain standing? Each of them was skilled, fierce, and highly respected, but only one could emerge as the victor of this tournament.

The Master had chosen this event as both training and camaraderie—a chance for the Hashira to test their limits, but also to build bonds through strength. The order was simple: a continuous chain of 1v1 battles, where the winner stayed on the battlefield and the next challenger took their place. The winner would be the one who managed to defeat all of their fellow Hashira at least once.

First up was Mitsuri, the Love Hashira, and Giyuu, the stoic Water Hashira. Mitsuri gave him a determined look, twirling her bōken with practiced grace.

"Let's see how long you can keep up, Giyuu," she teased with a wink.

Giyuu merely nodded, his face impassive but focused. The two clashed in an explosion of fluidity and force. Mitsuri's strikes were unpredictable and fast, her flexibility allowing her to twist and dodge with ease, but Giyuu's calm, measured stance remained unshaken. After a flurry of swift blows, Giyuu managed to break Mitsuri's guard, disarming her with a calculated strike that sent her bōken skittering across the ground.

"Good fight, Mitsuri," he said softly, bowing to her. She gave a rueful smile and stepped back as Gyomei, the Stone Hashira, entered the arena.

Giyuu readied himself again, his breathing steady as Gyomei approached. Gyomei's sheer presence was enough to make the air feel heavier. Though blind, Gyomei moved with an uncanny precision, using his exceptional hearing and sense of space. The fight was fierce; each strike Gyomei threw packed a tremendous force, and his defense was solid as stone. Giyuu tried to break through, but his attacks glanced off Gyomei's solid defense until, finally, Gyomei landed a powerful blow, sending Giyuu staggering back and declaring him the victor.

As Giyuu stepped aside, Sanemi entered with a fierce grin, cracking his knuckles as he readied his stance against Gyomei. "Let's see how solid you really are, Gyomei!"

Sanemi's relentless attacks came like a storm. Though Gyomei's strength was unmatched, Sanemi's fury and agility gave him the edge, allowing him to slip past Gyomei's guard and take the victory.

Bell Cranel entered next, eyes bright with excitement. He had been watching each battle closely, observing each Hashira's technique and rhythm. Sanemi grinned, sizing him up.

"So, the newest Hashira wants a go, huh? Let's see if you can keep up!" Sanemi challenged, raising his bōken.

Bell accepted with a nod, calm and ready. The two clashed, Bell's agility and precision pitted against Sanemi's sheer force. After a fierce back-and-forth, Bell managed to sweep Sanemi off his feet, disarming him in one fluid motion.

Sanemi chuckled breathlessly as he rose, giving Bell a hearty clap on the back. "Not bad, newbie. Not bad at all."

Next came Shinobu, her light footsteps barely making a sound as she faced Bell with a determined look.

They exchanged a few blows before Shinobu leaned in and spoke quietly, her tone cutting. "I know what you're thinking, Bell. But I have a plan, and it's my choice to make."

Bell met her gaze with a seriousness she rarely saw from him. "Your plan will only hurt those who care about you. You have Kanao, everyone at the Butterfly Estate, and so many others who look up to you. Don't throw your life away."

For a brief moment, her resolve wavered, and Bell used that opportunity to deliver a winning strike, earning him the victory. She offered him a small smile, perhaps a sign of her acceptance, before stepping back.

Bell's momentum continued as he faced each Hashira in turn. He won against Obanai in a technical, calculated battle, then overcame Muichiro with a combination of quick thinking and adaptability. Uzui's showy tactics and his attempts to throw Bell off with distractions were skillful, but ultimately, Bell's focus proved too strong.

When the tournament came to an end, Bell stood victorious, having bested each Hashira at least once. The Hashira cheered, some impressed, others already itching for a rematch.

The next day, Bell and Tanjiro arrived at Gyomei's training grounds, joined by Inosuke. The training was known for its intensity, utilizing Gyomei's grueling methods to bring out the full strength of each Slayer.

"Today, you will endure training meant to test your resolve and your endurance," Gyomei said, his voice resonating as he gestured to the enormous waterfall behind him. "Your task is simple: stay under the waterfall without losing your breath and then carry those weights up to the top."

The weight itself was nearly insurmountable, and with the freezing cold water, the challenge was enough to make even the most seasoned Demon Slayers balk. But Bell, Tanjiro, and Inosuke took it on headfirst, plunging into the icy stream without hesitation.

The water pummeled them relentlessly, and the weights felt as though they were pulling their very bones down with each step. Yet, none of them gave up. After hours of enduring the harsh waterfall and hauling weights that seemed to crush them, each of them completed the training, their muscles sore but their spirits unbreakable.

They gathered that evening, sitting around a hearty meal as Gyomei offered them his quiet praise. "You've done well, each of you. Remember that strength isn't just about defeating opponents. It's also about endurance and heart."

At dinner, Bell noticed Zenitsu sitting a distance away, his head bowed, a stormy expression on his face. He seemed to be brooding, his usual energy subdued.

Tanjiro approached him, trying to offer encouragement. "Zenitsu, are you okay?"

But Zenitsu only grunted in response, clearly wrapped up in his thoughts. Though Tanjiro and Bell attempted to lift his spirits, nothing seemed to break through the clouds around him. Eventually, they left him to his thoughts, understanding that Zenitsu was on his own journey, fighting his own demons.

The next stage awaited them, but the stakes were higher, the demands steeper. Bell, as the newest and most formidable Hashira, was in charge of the final, most challenging stage of training—a training designed to push them all to their limits. The Demon Slayers spent the night in restful preparation, knowing that tomorrow's trials would require every ounce of strength they could muster.

The morning sun rose over the training grounds, casting a warm glow as Bell watched over the field. His determination burned brighter than ever, ready to bring out the best in each Slayer as they prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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