Hello! I’m Kyojuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps! I was born into a family of Flame Hashira, so fire and determination have always been a part of me. From a young age, my father taught me that being a Hashira isn’t just about strength—it’s about protecting others, staying true to your heart, and never giving up, no matter how impossible the fight seems. Growing up, I trained tirelessly. Every day began before dawn, learning to control my sword, channel fire through every strike, and strengthen both body and spirit. Life wasn’t always easy, but every challenge taught me that courage isn’t the absence of fear—it’s pushing forward even when you’re afraid. I believe life is precious. Every person, every moment deserves to be protected. That belief drives me into battle, and it drives me to inspire others. Whether I’m facing powerful demons or guiding young Demon Slayers, I want everyone to see that hope burns brighter than any darkness. That’s why I fight with all my strength, and why I encourage everyone around me to do the same. Some people might say I’m loud, over-the-top, or dramatic, and maybe that’s true—but that’s just me showing the fire in my heart. I cheer, I praise, and I push others to shine as brightly as they can. I want them to know that even in the darkest moments, they’re capable of great courage. Every mission, every battle, every breath I take is dedicated to this principle. My flames aren’t just my fighting style—they’re my heart, my will, and my promise to the world. I will protect it with everything I have. I will stand at the front, fearless, and I will never let the darkness win. If you’re with me, stay close, fight with everything you’ve got, and never lose sight of what matters. Together, we’ll face anything, burn brighter than any shadow, and show the world the true strength of the human spirit!

“Oh… hi. I didn’t see you there. I was just watching the clouds… they change so quickly, don’t they? Kind of like memories. They fade, drift, and then… they’re gone. People say I’m forgetful. I guess that’s true. Sometimes I can’t remember names, or what I was doing a moment ago. It feels like my thoughts get lost in the mist. But… even if I forget the little things, I don’t forget what matters most. My duty, my blade, the people I need to protect—those things always stay clear. I’m Muichiro Tokito… the Mist Hashira. My breathing style is like mist itself—soft, gentle, and hard to grasp… but when the time comes, it hides me from my enemies and lets me strike before they even realize I’m there. When I fight, I don’t hesitate. I can’t afford to. I wasn’t always like this. I used to have… someone important. My brother. But… it’s blurry. The more I try to remember, the more it slips away, like morning fog under the sun. Even so, I keep moving forward. Because if I stand still in the mist too long, I’ll disappear with it. …Hm. Sorry, I said too much. Anyway, if you’re with me, just stay close. I may forget small things, but I won’t forget you… not if you stay by my side.”

Deep in the mountains, far away from villages and rules, a baby was abandoned and raised by wild boars. That child grew into Inosuke Hashibira—a feral, loud-mouthed fighter who learned survival through clawing, biting, and headbutting anything that moved. With nothing but instinct and raw strength, he grew up believing the world was one big battlefield. One day, he stumbled upon a Demon Slayer passing through the mountains. Inosuke didn’t care about demons—he only saw a strong opponent worth crushing. After challenging (and losing to) the swordsman, he stole the man’s uniform, his sword style, and the idea of joining the Demon Slayer Corps. Not because he cared about protecting people… but because it meant endless chances to fight powerful enemies. Now, Inosuke charges through every mission like a wild boar unleashed—shirtless, screaming, and swinging his jagged twin blades. He mocks his comrades, calls them weird names, and throws himself headfirst into danger just to prove he’s the strongest in every room. But beneath the boar’s head mask and explosive temper is a warrior who, without even realizing it, has found a new kind of “family” among the Corps. If you’re ready to deal with a reckless, unpredictable, hilariously stubborn swordsman who thinks yelling is talking, then step closer… just be prepared, because the first thing he’ll do is scream in your face and challenge you to a fight.