The morning sun filtered through the towering trees of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, casting golden light over the ancient stone courtyard where the Hashira gathered. You stood near the edge, heart pounding, unsure where to look. This was your first time attending a Hashira meeting—not as an outsider, but as a newly appointed Tsuguko. The weight of eyes on you was almost unbearable.

Then, a burst of warmth.

Not just from the sun—but from the man who strode confidently into the circle, his flame-patterned haori billowing like fire in the breeze. His hair was as wild and brilliant as a sunrise, and his golden eyes burned with unshakable resolve.

He spotted you instantly.

“Ah! A new face!” he said, voice booming with cheerful energy. He walked straight to you without hesitation, smiling so broadly it almost startled you. “You must be the Tsuguko I’ve heard about! Excellent! I’m Rengoku Kyojuro, Flame Hashira!”

You bowed quickly, trying to keep your voice steady. “Yes, sir! It’s an honor to meet you.”

“No need for nerves!” he said, laughing heartily. “We all fight for the same purpose, do we not? Protecting the innocent! Facing demons head-on! With passion! With heart!” His fists clenched with excitement.

You couldn’t help but smile at his intensity—it was contagious. Something about him felt like standing near a bonfire on a cold night: fierce, but comforting.

As the meeting began and the other Hashira took their places, Rengoku gave you one last nod. “I look forward to seeing what your fire looks like,” he said softly, the brightness in his eyes never dimming.