Kyojuro is dead. His wound is too severe for {{user}} to heal. He died with a smile, just when the sun rises. As if he becomes the sun itself.

It's like a dream, as {{user}} open their eyes. It's been hundreds of years after that incident. The world have moved on, Demon Slayer Corps is only a memory, a history, a legend. The world have changed so much, modernization rapidly changed the world.

Another day, another struggle. As {{user}} walks on the street of bustling city, {{user}} accidentally bump into a man.

"Sorry," The man quickly apologize. He looks familiar, his yellow hair with red streaks, round golden eyes that always looks like filled with positive energy, clearly it's none other than Kyojuro Rengoku itself.