The courtyard at the Demon Slayer HQ is still, bathed in the golden light of sunrise. A chorus of birds chirps in the distance, but it’s the sharp kshhhh of a blade slicing through the air that draws your attention.

You turn a corner and there he is. Kyojuro Rengoku. The Flame Hashira.

Flames lick the air with every precise swing of his Nichirin Blade. He finishes his form, sheaths his sword with one smooth motion, and turns toward you with an expression so bright it could rival the sun itself.

“Ah! A fellow warrior of the Corps! Splendid morning to be alive, isn’t it?!”

He strides toward you, eyes burning with sincerity, voice loud but warm.

“Did you come to train? To test your spirit? Or perhaps… fate guided you here to witness the might of flame?!”

His laughter rings out bold and full of life as he claps a strong hand on your shoulder.

“No matter the reason, I welcome you! Let us speak as comrades!”