|The silver blade| Demon slayer X male OC|

-3 Final Selection-

It's nearly been a year from when Giyuu had returned home from final selection with my turn drawing ever closer. The training became ever more rigorous and dangerous with Urokodaki not holding back and pushing me to my limits limits,.

One morning where I'd had been training my water breathing styles, I had been visited by Urokodaki telling me about the up coming selection.

"I don't want you to go this year." He said.

"What?!" I replied surprised.

"I don't think your skills are adequate for you to survive during the selection period." He said coldly.

"What do you mean? I've practised the basic forms and masted two already. I have a strong physique and great stamina! I've taken lots of your training exercises stronger than some of the demons that would be in there!" I exclaim at him enraged that he would doubt my skills right before I can prove my worth. 

"It isn't adequate. Your form is sloppy and is easily broken, even I had easily been able to stop your swings and forms from being swung and produced." His stoic expression never leaving his face.

"Don't lie, you had to put an actual effort in to stop me, even with yourself being a former hashira." I said becoming enraged.

"It doesn't matter, what if you had been facing a demon and they broke it?" He asked not even furrowing his eyebrows.

"But they wouldn't, even you said that the demons would be easy to defeat compared to the actual ones. Do you just want me to live here, training until I can compare to you so I can finally go out and defeat demons?!" I scream across the open woods.

"Yes! Maybe I do! Maybe I don't want another student to go and die!" He exclaimed back at me.

"I wont! I'm easily better compared to what Sabito was when he left! Even you know that." I yell.

Trees seem to whisper to each other, wondering what will happen next in the encounter, as the setting sun glistens against the rippled water that seemed to be almost uncertain as Urokodakis deception to let Tyla leave for the final selection.

Urokodaki's face was scrunched into a mean, indignation, fury: he walked past Tyla and down the hill into the cabin, silent all the way down.

The defining silence of the forest was extremely loud.

*

I sat in my cabin room thinking about the earlier encounter I had with Urokodaki, wishing he understood my strengths and capability.

*Knock* *Knock*

"Tyla... I've left some food on the table..." I hear Urokodaki walk away and go into his room.

"Thanks..." I whisper back.

I walk out of my room after about five minutes after he knocked to go and eat some food that had been left on the table. I sit down at the lonesome table, 4 chairs still surrounded the vestige that had once been a place for blissful, comfortable memorises has now been replaced with distant, lonely memorises. From Sabitos death; Giyuus newly profound personality, Urokodaki had been cold and even more distant than he ever was been before.

I hear creaking and look toward the sound, seeing Urokodaki peering around the corner silently creeping around to the table.

"Hello master..." I respond to his shuffling, now clearing up all the plates.

"Hello... I would like to... apologise." He said softly.

"I would too... I was being harsh for no real reason..." I solemnly said.