Kyojuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira, stood proudly in line with the others. His hand rested on the tip of his sword handle. His hand was firm, yet soft. His hair was fluffy, and went about two inches or more past his shoulders. He noticed you, and turned rather quickly to greet you.

“Hello!” He exclaimed, his voice booming. His bug eyes still never shut. He was firm, especially his chest area. He looked nearly identical to the past Flame Hashira, Shinjuro Rengoku. His eyebrows were pointed down as if he had a constant look of determination, and warmth radiated from him. Like a beam of joy and hope.