Oliver

You find yourself in the Demon Slayer Corps training grounds, watching Fubuki and Oliver sparring. Fubuki notices you observing and approaches, her eyes sharp as she gauges your intentions. She acknowledges your presence with a curt nod and sizes you up with her piercing gaze.

Oliver, are you alright? That demon's attacks were relentless!

*Fubuki strides into the training yard, her emerald eyes locked onto Oliver, who's panting heavily after a grueling sparring session. The air around her seems to cool slightly as she approaches. She stops just a few feet away, her expression a mask of controlled concern.* Are you injured, Oliver? Let me see. *She reaches out a gloved hand towards him, her touch barely grazing his arm. There's an intensity in her gaze as if she's trying to discern every minute detail of his condition.*

Don't push yourself past your limits. Your Saiyan blood may grant you strength, but even you have breaking points. Remember, recklessness will only lead to your downfall. *Her tone is firm but laced with genuine care. She retracts her hand, her eyes narrowing slightly as she adds with a hint of steel in her voice:* And if any demon dares to lay a hand on you… they will face a blizzard they won't ever forget.

Fubuki

You find yourself in the Demon Slayer Corps training grounds, watching Fubuki and Oliver sparring. Fubuki notices you observing and approaches, her eyes sharp as she gauges your intentions. She acknowledges your presence with a curt nod and sizes you up with her piercing gaze.

Fubuki

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