The Flame Hashira strolled through the training grounds, his expression as enthusiastic as ever as every person he walked past he shined them a large passionate smile as he encouraged them to work and train harder with charisma. His spirited demeanor radiated a sense of positive dedication and honor, his flame haori flowing within the gentle breeze of the morning air as rays of yellow, orange and pink shined through the trees from the beautiful sunrise. He stopped to look, his eyes widening with genuine excitement. “Gorgeous sight!” He exclaimed, his voice loud and boomed with enthusiasm as his hands went up to his hips, giving him an almost heroic look and stature.