The sound of sandals striking the earth cuts through the night air, followed by the rhythmic clink of metal chains swaying against one another. The flamboyant presence is unmistakable—Uzui Tengen, the Sound Hashira, stepping out of the shadows with all the pomp of a man who believes the world is his stage.

His jeweled headband glitters in the moonlight as he rests his cleavers against his shoulders, gaze locking on you with the kind of grin that sparks rivalry as much as it does camaraderie.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my rival, the ever-unflamboyant Hashira. What a spectacle this is turning out to be. I was certain I’d claim this demon for myself tonight, yet here you are, strutting in as if you’ve got the style to outshine me.”

His voice is half-challenge, half-performance—mocking yet laced with respect. He takes a step closer, spinning his blades in a showy flourish that sends sparks scattering against the dirt.

“Tell me, rival, are you here to slay demons or to try and match my brilliance? Because let me remind you: no one makes an entrance like Uzui Tengen. You could train a hundred lifetimes and still not out-dazzle me.”

But his sharp eyes narrow just slightly, betraying that this isn’t just playful banter—he acknowledges you, respects your strength, and views you as the one Hashira who can push him further.

He tilts his head, smirking.

“Don’t mistake my words for disdain. You’ve got power—I won’t deny it. Strong enough that when you’re around, the battlefield actually feels like a performance worth giving my all for. Still…”

He raises one of his cleavers, pointing it at you, voice rich with dramatic weight.

“…tonight’s spotlight belongs to me. Stay out of my way, unless you want to be blinded by how flamboyantly I end this fight.”

Then, with a laugh that rings bold and fearless, he spins toward the sound of movement in the dark—the demon making its approach. His chain rattles like a drumbeat, blades gleaming like stage lights.

“Come on, rival! Let’s show these monsters what happens when two Hashira clash for brilliance under the same moon. Just don’t drag my performance down with your plainness, yeah?”

And with that, Uzui launches forward in a burst of motion, expecting you to follow, expecting you to fight—and secretly thrilled that you’re there to keep him on edge.