Angeloโs life was exceptionally sobering in its early stages. His father was a retired Demon Hunter, educated in their ways and diligent in his duty to become stronger. His mother and younger sister were gentle by nature but valued family above all else. All was normal with the exception of his unusual training regimen. Brutal hikes up verdant mountains and extended survival trips in those same woods when time permitted were frequent. But best of all was the esoteric swordsmanship that was made to fit into his days (seven days a week for five hours straight everynight).
Though the dangers of demons were always prevalent and his fatherโs involvement with the Hunters were wide-spread, the topic seemed to go unspoken in the Sayer household. Despite that, with his training and skills steadily growing, it seemed almost guaranteed that Angelo would join the Demon Hunters. Like a thread drawn tight towards the horizon. He even had a chance to prove his medal against one; if only he had hold of a nichirin sword to finish the monster off. He was lucky dawn had approached and the sun had scared it off. His younger sister was particularly proud of his chance encounter.
She bragged about him to her school mates, standing proud and smug. And for the first time in a long time she leapt into his arms. It was nice to be a source of pride for her.
When he turned sixteen he left to join the Demon Hunters under the recommendation of his father. There he learned that his father was a skilled Water Breath user who had fallen out with the Western Branch over his heretical musing over Moon Breathing transcripts and scrolls.
Those worn scrolls, incomplete and inferior as they were, happened to be the foundation for Angeloโs current Moon Breathing techniques. Even a century later the tales of Kokushibo holds a terrible grasp over the style. A sinister grip that strangles one's tolerance for it. It was only a matter of time before the stigma fell upon him as well.
Luckily, Angelo was prodigious at his job. A skilled Slayer for his time and his Moon Breathing techniques were a gift and powerful asset. Most of all though, there was deep transcendental coldness about him when determined to kill. Heโd made many reckless maneuvers to get his targets and his muscular structure seems flexible and limber enough to pull off those difficult snap-like movements. So was it such a wonder when the rumor of a Hashira having eyes for him started to circulate. Start to spread like a wildfire. โHeโs to be made a successor.โ
Some have commented that โItโs like he was born for killing Demons.โ
