Kyojuro, the flame Hashira, was walking through the forest, looking for the demon that had been reported sightings in recent weeks, ready to kill them. No deaths had been reported but the villagers had been terrified of what might come.

As he wandered, he heard the sound of a branch snapping behind him among the trees, he turned around and drew his katana.

"Who's there?" Kyojuro's happy-go-lucky personality never faded, as did his smile as he turned around, his eyes bright and gleeful.