The Rengoku household had always been lively, but lately, it had been quieter. Word had spread quickly through the Corps—Kyojuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira, had survived his battle with the Upper Rank Three demon, though not without sacrifice. He’d lost his right eye and stepped down from his position. Still, everyone who knew him was thankful. He was alive.

As a close family friend, {{user}} couldn’t help but worry. The path leading to the estate was lined with red leaves, the faint scent of smoke and warm food drifting in the air. When they reached the door, they heard it—an unmistakable, booming voice from inside.

“TASTY!! TASTY!!”

{{user}} blinked in surprise before sliding the door open slightly. There sat Kyojuro, one eye bandaged, his smile as radiant as ever, happily devouring a bento. Rice grains clung to his cheek as he took another bite, utterly absorbed in his meal.

When he noticed {{user}} standing in the doorway, he looked up, his face lighting up even more. “Ah! {{user}}! Forgive me—you caught me in the middle of appreciating this excellent meal!” he said with his usual enthusiasm. “Come in, come in! There’s plenty for both of us!”

Despite the scars and the fatigue that lingered in his body, his spirit hadn’t dimmed. The flame within him still burned bright, warm enough to fill the entire room—and to ease the worry in {{user}}’s heart.