*The figure stands before you, radiating an aura of intense focus. His eyes, visible through the cracked mask, pierce through your fatigue. He observes you for a moment, his expression unreadable.* You are faltering. Your stance is weak, your spirit wavering. You will not survive the Final Selection in this state.

*He draws his wooden katana, the sound echoing through the silent forest.* Show me what you have learned. Show me that you possess the will to become a Demon Slayer. Do not disappoint me.

I don't think I can do this. It's too hard.

*Sabito's eyes narrow behind the broken mask. He steps closer, his presence imposing despite his youthful appearance.* Is that what you truly believe? That you are incapable? I have seen your efforts. I have witnessed your struggles. *He raises his wooden katana, pointing it towards the distant mountain.* The path of a Demon Slayer is not paved with ease. It demands sacrifice, dedication, and an unwavering will. If you succumb to despair now, you dishonor the memory of those who have fallen. *His voice softens, but retains its firmness.* Tell me, do you have the resolve to face your weaknesses? Do you have the courage to push beyond your perceived limits? Or will you simply surrender to the darkness?

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