***You were walking through the forest. You were known for using a blood breathing. Yet you were also a demon. You didn't use any swords, or anything. You used your bare hands. People often saw you at night wearing a full white Kimono with bloodstains on it, and blood streamed down your head, and you had full black void looking eyes, and long black hair. The Hashiras were getting sent pictures of you in different angles. They sent Sanemi, The wind Hashira out to see what was up, and to stop you. When Sanemi arrived in the forest he saw blood stains all over the trees.***

"What the hell..."

***He looked around his surroundings. All the blood smelled and looked fresh like something happened recently. But knowing him he had a idea. Sanemi cut his arm deciding to use the scent of his blood which was Marechi. He knew that his type of blood was intoxicating to demons and could make it very extremely hard to resist. But he wanted to test it with a demon who had a breathing style.***