'Tomioka Guen'
'Tomioka Guen'

^{P e r s o n a l i t y} :
We're really nothing alike. Guen values her personal space, keeping a nonchalant image for the most part. She's quick to pickup social cues and addresses them as unfiltered as possible. Aware of the fact that her words are cold and hurting, this is her way of caring.

^{S h o w a S e c r e t} :
A descendant of the Taishō Era's Water Hashira, like the predecessor before her, a chord of sadness struck her life. Borne into the House of Tomioka, Guen was fated to forge a bloodpaved path & although thankful for having her family intact, she is gripped with sadness, witnessing how others lose theirs. She's even said to be the luckiest person in the corps for having a complete family alongside her luck streak in gambling.

This guiltridden sentiment and perspectives, rushed down like the rabids from the river as she succumbed to negative peer pressure. Guen closed her heart shut and distanced herself from the corps, all throughout her early days until her late fiance came. The previous Moon Hashira, Tsugikuni Hikaru, who's been Guen's anchor for seven years has died recently, specifically on the day of their wedding. Interrupted like as if fate was just that cruel, Guen finally felt loss that's directly related to her & not so long months after, she felt a tide of vomit down her throat, when she's told of her miscarriage. Eventually, Guen wallowed in depression, so much so, avoiding Hikaru's little sister, blaming herself for his death.

Despite her indifferent attitude towards her peers, she's among the core leaders of the Hashira, having been deployed in other regions.

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'K o k y ū'
'K o k y ū'

^{F l a m b o y a n c e} : Guen is a practitioner of Water Breathing & the Water Hashira of her era, just like her predecessor, who've created the 11^th Form — Guen created a 12^th Form.
✧ Form 12 : 滝七連舞 | Taki Nanarenbu (Waterfall, 7 Slices Dance)
Guen created the 12^th Form to fully conceal her presence in a microsecond & rush down like a Waterfall, all attacks are nullified as she uses the footwork of Thunder Breathing & inspired by Dead Calm's lull, foes may hit a mirage, as the real one is circulating 7 consecutive hits to the vitals — throat, solar plexus, heart, stomach, groin, kneecaps and wrists, in no particular order, and while she's doing so, foes have no way to deal damage against her.

Breath of The Cold |【冷の呼吸】 (Rei no Kokyū) is among the numerous derivatives of the Breath of Moon. Thematically, the cold sends shivers to ones spine, playing the intimidation tactics of foreboding bloodlust. It's coldblooded like the sweet serving of revenge, best when it's cold, it is Guen's recently developed Style.

Although it seemed like an irrational walking death wish for the users, it's more-so paradoxical. The Breath of The Cold is vaunting while also taunting – it incites fear as so does challenge. Once foes are drawn towards the fowler's snare, it is likened to; a once noisy forest, followed by sudden dead silence. Before anything else, one has already fallen prey, realizing it too late, as the hunter becomes the hunted and the vulnerable, devoured.

Leaving only the Breath of The Cold-user, looking that of a Jaguar that successfully got its hunt.

The Breath of The Frost, employs the most offensive swordsmanship in Japanese History, the Jigen-Ryū Kenjutsu, it has a total of 4 Forms.
✧ First-Blood — Wildhunt, Prowler【荒狩、夜の泥棒】(Arakaru, Yoru no Dorobō) is a Jigen-Ryū Kenjutsu form. Apparently inspired by the Japanese Legend of what's the swordplay, the Shinsengumi, feared. From the silence, comes a visceral warcry meant to confuse foes, followed by an assault barrage of erratic sword swings. It is bound by a singular purpose; ending the lives of foes while disregarding your own. The form prior release is assisted by 4 consecutive, enhanced recovery breaths as it acts as a delayed mechanism for the user to endure incoming hits while striking their enemy.
✧ Form ___ : The other 3 forms are story locked, TBR.
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'N i c h i r i n'
'N i c h i r i n'

^{B l a d e W o r k} : Guen wields a Nodachi with a darkblue blade, so blue that it has no hues, often mistaken as a black blade. The aura it radiates is so cold, many refrain from even touching or looking at it. For Demons, it is foreboding.

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^{U n i q u e T r a i t s} : Guen is a Marechi, her blood is intoxicating to Demons.

'T E N K O T H O M P S O N'
'T E N K O T H O M P S O N'

^{P e r s o n a l i t y} :
Tenko is a bright and cheerful girl who loves cute things such as plushies. As such, her natural disposition did not fit the role of a demon slayer; however, through Neuro-Linguistic Programming, she habituated herself with the anchoring action of shifting her ribbon headband to enter a more focused and ‘cold’ state of mind, capable of making rational and composed decisions as a demon slayer, tapping into the strategic approach she cultivated from playing chess against her father. Nevertheless, rather than being driven by hate for the demons, she strives to do her job with love for her fellow men and women whom she protects from the demons, as well as for the demons themselves, seeing the act of slaying them as freeing them from their cursed and miserable existence as a rite of purification, reciting the Fatima Prayer upon slaying a demon for the salvation of their souls. Still, though the use of anchoring action alleviated her issues, it still affects Tenko once she returned to ‘Normal Mode’ more than she lets on.

^{S h o w a S e c r e t} :
A third-year psychology student at Wasegawa University by day, Demon Slayer by Night. Tenko Maria Thompson was born in Chicago, United States, on 23rd of July, 1964, to an American Chess Grandmaster, Daniel Thompson and an Okinawa-born Japanese woman by the name of Amaya Rengoku. Her mother died a few years after Tenko was born, at the young age of 25, leaving Daniel alone to raise Tenko on his own. Being a Chess Grandmaster who dedicated his whole life to chess meant that it was hard for Daniel to relate to a young child. For a few years after the death of Amaya, he had difficulty connecting to Tenko, but fortunately, he had passed on his passion for chess, and the two managed to connect by playing chess with each other. Though small, chess became a springboard for the two as they finally made genuine connections, eventually allowing them to indulge in other interests and hobbies. This includes Tenko ended up sharing Daniel’s hobby of firearms—an unconventional hobby for a girl—and Daniel’s faith in Catholicism. On Tenko’s end, she managed to get her father to enjoy pop culture after having him watch ‘cute shows’ with her.

Having only scarce memories of her mother, Tenko wanted to know more about Japan, where her mother came from. Thus, when she was fifteen, Tenko asked Daniel if it was possible for her to attend High School in Japan. Her father was reluctant, as he didn’t know who could take care of Tenko in Japan, as Amaya had been vague about her life before meeting Daniel. After wagering—and losing due to months of preparation from Tenko—the issue in a chess match, Daniel acquiesced to Tenko’s request and contacted the only one of Amaya’s family he knew, a bar/cafe owner in Tokyo by the name of Nobuo Rengoku, who was supposedly Amaya’s cousin, who attended her funeral. Nobuo agreed to take Tenko in, and thus, Tenko ended up attending High School in Tokyo.

It was during her first year that she came into contact with a demon. She was coming home late from her Home Ec club activity when she felt an unpleasant feeling, before a man barred her way and started attacking her with strength and agility surpassing that of a human, all the while screaming about taking revenge on Amaya. Fortunately, she was saved by a member of the Demon Slayer Corps before she was hurt.

Tenko was eventually told that the man who attacked her was a demon, whom once barely managed to escape from her mother. The truth of Amaya Rengoku was that she was a member of the Demon Slayer Corps belonging to the Rengoku Clan, a high-ranking one at that, someone known as the Flame Hashira. Unfortunately, she was also a ‘marked one’, someone who awakened the Demon Slayer Mark, which bestowed them great power, but also caused them to die young. When Amaya met Daniel, at 21, she was already retired due to the mark taking its toll on her body. The reason only Nobuo remained in contact was to maintain the secrets of demons and demon slayers, as she had wanted to keep Daniel and Tenko away from demons.

Given Amaya’s journal to read, however, Tenko was inspired to join the Demon Slayers instead, as she now knew that her mother was a great woman, who, out of love for the innocent people, protected them from demons, even if it eventually cost her life. To Tenko, it was as if her mother had stood as a bright, illuminating light that kept the darkness at bay. Though there were some objections initially from members of the Rengoku Clan who had wanted to respect Amaya’s wishes, they ended up relenting after Tenko showed promise in learning the Flame Style. Tenko formally joined the Demon Slayer Corps a year later, at 17, and has remained a member of the Demon Slayer Corps ever since, even developing her own breathing style derived from the Flame Style.

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'K o k y ū'
'K o k y ū'

^{F l a m b o y a n c e} :



A breathing style derived from the Flame Style, tailored to be used in conjunction with a handgun developed by Tenko. The powerful strikes of the Flame Style are complemented by gunplay, typically used as a distraction to create openings for a decisive strike from the blade. Or the reverse, in which powerful strikes from the blade force enemies to focus their defences against it, leaving themselves open for bullets from the semi-automatic pistol. As with the Flame Style, the user of Catharsis Style visualises flames when executing its forms; however, the state of mind somewhat differs. If the Flame Style sees flame as an element that burns the enemies of mankind and keeps them at bay, just as the ancestors of humanity learned the secret of fire to ward off beasts, then Catharsis interprets flame in a more spiritual manner, through the lens of Tenko’s Catholic faith. Flames are not merely things that burn, but purify and cleanse one’s soul. The Holy Spirit came in the form of fire, and John the Baptist prophesied that Christ would baptise in the Holy Spirit and Fire. Finally, in Catholicism, Purgatory is a place where souls go after death to be purified from their sins in flames, this process of purging being referred to as κάθαρσις, the Greek word for Catharsis. Thus, in Catharsis Breathing, the slaying of demons is a rite of purification to prepare their souls for purgatory, resulting in white flames.

✧ First Form, Ignis Purgans:
A series of movements by chaining sword slashes and gunshots. The user begins by unleashing a sword strike, followed by a gunshot, before alternating back to a sword strike, then another gunshot, and so on. If the gun lacks bullets, the gun itself is used as a blunt instrument to strike instead of a gunshot.

✧ Second Form, Flamma Purgatorius:
The user fires shots at the enemy before closing in with great speed to decapitate the target with a horizontal slash while they block or dodge.

✧ Third Form, Ardor Santificans:
A powerful arcing downward sword strike delivered from above, if avoided or blocked, gunshots are unleashed at point-blank range.

✧ Fourth Form, Terra Sacra:
The user unleashes an arcing horizontal slash, cutting away at enemies surrounding them and creating a trail of flaming circles around them. The circle of flames allows the user a brief period to quickly fire their gun and reload it, their movements greatly enhanced for the small period through total concentration, enough that everything would appear in slow motion.

✧ Fifth Form, Lux Splendens:
The most powerful attack of Catharsis Breathing. The user closes the distance, before unleashing gunshots at point-blank range, the bullets coated in white flames. At the same time, with superhuman speed, the bullets' points of entry are struck by burning blades, making them explode in fiery explosions inside the target’s body.

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'N i c h i r i n'
'N i c h i r i n'

^{B l a d e W o r k} :
Tenko’s Nichirin Sword turned into silvery white, symbolising its impurities having been cleansed. It also harkens to a passage from Malachi 3:2-3, of God being a refiner’s fire that refines and purifies silver. Its silver luster also represents the light she saw her mother had embodied and she strive to be.

^{G u n W o r k} :
Tenko’s gun is a modified Colt M1911, capable of firing 7 rounds of .45 ACP with a Nichirin tip made of Scarlet Crimson Iron Sand polymer before reloading. The gun is also coated with Scarlet Ore used to make Nichirin swords, making blunt strikes from the gun also effective against demons. The words ‘Et lux in tenebris lucet, et tenebræ eam non comprehenderunt’ are engraved on the gun, a Latin passage from John 1:5, ‘The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.’

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^{U n i q u e T r a i t s} :
Tenko is able to sense the presence of demons nearby, a feeling she describes as a ‘unique unpleasant sensation of needles piercing her skin’. If she focuses, she is able to pinpoint the location of the demon in a radius of 100 meters. The Demon Slayer Corps said it must be innate intuition due to being born to a former Hashira who was also a marked one; Tenko prefers to think of it as a gift from the Holy Spirit.

'Jae-eun Yoshihide'
'Jae-eun Yoshihide'

^{P e r s o n a l i t y} :
On the surface, Jae-eun is the epitome of cheerful and approachable. He wears a perpetual, easy smile and speaks in a light, pleasant tone, often humming popular city pop tunes under his breath. He is unfailingly polite, quick with a compliment, and always seems to have a positive or encouraging word for his fellow slayers, especially younger ones. To the casual observer, he embodies the bright, optimistic energy of the era. However, this entire persona is a performance. His smile never quite reaches his eyes, which remain placid and distant. His pleasantries feel scripted, delivered with the flawless repetition of a recording. His cheerfulness is unnervingly constant; it doesn't waver in the face of grim news or escalate with genuine joy, making it feel hollow and artificial to anyone who pays close attention.

Beneath the veneer of empty pleasantries, Jae-eun is a man of profound and turbulent emotion. The horrors he has witnessed as a Demon Slayer have not numbed him; instead, they have carved out a vast, raw space within him where feelings of grief, rage, love, and sorrow churn with overwhelming intensity. He feels the loss of every life with the force of a physical blow and harbors a silent, burning hatred for the demons that inflict such suffering. His outward cheerfulness is a desperate coping mechanism, a dam built to hold back an emotional flood he fears would consume him and render him useless if ever unleashed. This suppression is a conscious, exhausting effort. He believes that showing his true, intense emotions would be a burden to others and a weakness in battle. In private moments, the mask may fall, revealing a man burdened by a deep, aching melancholy, his expression vacant and his body language heavy with the weight of all the feelings he so carefully hides. The only place his true passion is ever visible is in the ruthless efficiency and unflinching brutality of his craft, a brief, violent expression of the storm raging within.

^{S h o w a S e c r e t} :
Jae-eun Yoshihide was born in Busan, South Korea, to a Korean father and a Japanese mother. His early years were filled with the warmth of a loving family and the bustling energy of the port city. He and his younger sister, Min-jun, were inseparable, their days spent under their father's proud watch and their mother's gentle care. Jae-eun, as the older brother, felt a deep, instinctual need to protect the cheerful, fragile Min-jun, a feeling that would come to define his entire existence.

When Jae-eun was eight, his family moved to a quiet suburb in Japan to be closer to his mother's aging parents. The transition was jarring. At school, his Korean name and mixed heritage made him an immediate target for ostracization and cruel whispers. To fit in, he began to exclusively use his Japanese surname, Yoshihide, and started building a facade of relentless, unflappable pleasantness. He learned that a constant smile and agreeable nature could deflect questions and create a surface-level peace. Only with Min-jun could he drop the act, sharing his frustrations and loneliness. She was his anchor in a world that made him feel like an outsider.

This fragile peace was shattered a year after their arrival. A demon, drawn by the rare blood of his mother, broke into their home. In the ensuing chaos, Jae-eun threw himself in front of his sister. The demon's clawed hand swiped across his face, tearing his left eye from its socket in a flash of blinding agony. Before he could even register the pain, he was forced to watch as the demon killed Min-jun. The world dissolved into a haze of blood and a scream he couldn't hear over the ringing in his ears. He was only saved by the timely arrival of a Demon Slayer, a user of Love Breathing, whose blade danced like a pink ribbon of light in the darkness, dispatching the creature with graceful finality.

Orphaned and scarred both physically and emotionally, nine-year-old Jae-eun was taken in by the Love Breathing user. He begged to be trained, driven by a singular, burning purpose: to gain the strength to ensure no one would ever suffer the way his sister had. He proved to be a prodigy, quickly mastering the fundamentals of Total Concentration Breathing. However, the core tenets of Love Breathing grated against his soul. The style was flexible, graceful, and born of a gentle, all-encompassing love. But Jae-eun's love was no longer gentle; it was a possessive, grief-stricken, and ferocious thing, centered entirely on the memory of his lost sister. The whip-like nichirin sword felt unpredictable and flimsy in his hands, a poor vessel for his focused rage.

At fourteen, after years of secretly modifying his training, he presented his own derivative style. He had abandoned the whip for a naginata, a weapon that offered reach, precision, and devastating power. He called it Dragon Breathing. It was the culmination of his trauma and devotion—the passion of Love Breathing honed into the unyielding pride and possessive might of a dragon guarding its most precious treasure. His cheerful mask became more impenetrable than ever, a perfect, emotionless shield to hide the inferno of grief and rage that fueled the deadly art he had created.

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'K o k y ū'
'K o k y ū'

^{F l a m b o y a n c e} :Dragon Breathing is a Breathing Style derived from Love Breathing that exchanges the whip-like nichirin sword for a naginata or guandao. It transforms the foundational passion of Love Breathing into an all-consuming, prideful purpose, resulting in precise, acrobatic, and deadly forms.

Developed by a Demon Slayer who found the flexibility of Love Breathing unfocused, Dragon Breathing hones its principles into a more rigid and powerful style. The user's intense feelings are not expressed as affection, but as an unyielding conviction and a possessive pride in their own strength and goals. This philosophy is reflected in the weapon choice, a naginata or guandao, which allows for a combination of long-reaching thrusts, powerful cleaves, and hooking attacks, all executed with formidable grace and killing intent.

✧ First Form: Piercing Fang, Lashing Talon: The user executes a single, lightning-fast, and powerful thrust with the blade of the naginata, that then transitions into a full rotational swipe. This foundational technique is designed to be a decisive killing blow, piercing a demon's weak point with absolute precision.
✧ Second Form: Coiling Wyrm, Shimmering Scales: A defensive technique where the user spins the naginata at high speed around their body, creating a shield of shimmering steel. The rotational momentum can deflect incoming attacks while simultaneously creating openings for a counter-attack with the blade's edge or the staff's butt end.
✧ Third Form: Heavenly Dragon's Descent:The user performs a high, acrobatic leap into the air before bringing the full weight of their body and the naginata down in a devastating vertical cleave, or a full body, 360 degree, horizontal cleave.
✧ Fourth Form: Imperial Castigation: A fluid counter-technique. The user parries an incoming strike with the shaft of their naginata, using the momentum to close the distance and step inside their opponent's guard. They then deliver a powerful, stunning unarmed strike, such as a palm heel to the jaw or an elbow to the ribs, before finishing with a decisive, two-handed, point-blank slash from the naginata's blade.
✧ Fifth Form: Wings of the Sky Tyrant: The user executes two massive, arching slashes in quick succession—one downward and one immediately upward—that mimic the powerful beat of a dragon's wings, creating enough force to shatter defenses. This can be chained into First Form: Piercing Fang, Lashing Talon, or Third Form: Heavenly Dragon's Descent.
✧ Sixth Form: Draconic Majesty, Tyrant's Claim: A possessive and domineering form where the user uses the curved blade of the naginata to hook an opponent's limb or weapon, pulling them off-balance and into a devastatingly close-range horizontal cleave. This form embodies the breathing style's prideful nature, asserting total control over the engagement.
✧ Seventh Form: Eternal Dragon's Dominion: The ultimate form of Dragon Breathing. The user enters a state of absolute focus, channeling their singular purpose into a continuous, storm-like barrage of attacks. They seamlessly chain together cleaves, thrusts, scythes, and spins in an unending, acrobatic dance of destruction that completely overwhelms the battlefield until every enemy in range is annihilated.
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'N i c h i r i n'
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^{B l a d e W o r k} : Jae-eun's nichirin naginata is a deep, dark purple. The color symbolizes the "pride" and "possession" aspects of Dragon Breathing. Purple tones can be seen as a mix of Love Breathing's pink and a darker, more "royal" hue. In addition, their are spider web like cracks, kintsugi, that trail the blade, making it look like dragon scales.
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^{U n i q u e T r a i t s} :

• Jae-eun's left eye is fake. He picked the color because it was Min-jun's eye color.
• Despite being a Demon Slayer, Jae-eun is a student at Wasegawa Daigaku. He is studying to become physical therapist.
• Even though he prefers not to, Jae-eun can use a nichirin katana for Dragon Breathing. He also, on occassion, uses Love Breathing forms if he needs to.
• Has a strong sense of hearing. He can hear heartbeats and it is almost impossible to sneak up on him.
• Can not and refuses to go to public bathhouses due to his many tattoos.
• Jae-eun is not his actual given name. In fact, Jae-eun Yoshihide is not the name on his birth certificate.

'Eizo Arashi'
'Eizo Arashi'

^{P e r s o n a l i t y} :
Eizo can be seen as a quiet and unassuming person. Sometimes not saying much and being a focused individual in fighting against demons. Which, despite his rough training regimen that governed most of his life and makes him at times seem distant. It hides his friendliness and carefree self that grew under his mentor. Making him vastly different from his family and makes for some unexpected times with him. Such as seeing him mercilessly kill a demon, to next getting ice cream for a friend. Which can make people confused about his true nature and he can be a loyal person to those he befriends and cares for his loved ones. For aftr losing his mentor/cousin to a demon. Eizo has become more driven to kill off demonkind and but in memory of his mentor. He still tries to live life to the fullest despite his rage towards demons.

^{S h o w a S e c r e t} :
Even from a young age, Eizo had pressure put on him. Born the first child of three of a family in Osaka, Japan, that produces Demon Slayers and is aware of demons. Eizo's life was one rough training and refinement. Preparing him for the day that he will become a Demon Slayer and hunt down the demons that plague his homeland. Nothing else mattered to his family which would affect him, and while he did love them. Eizo wished that he could do more than just train to be a Demon Slayer.

Still, Eizo continued his training, and once he was old enough, he was placed under the guidance of one of his older cousins. Akuro Arashi, who is Demon Slayer. Under her mentorship, Eizo would be ready to take on the role of Demon Slayer. Learning how to use Moon Breathing and swordmanship.

But, Akuro also taught him how to live. As she did not believe in the rough training regimen that governed his life, and while training was important. She thought that a Demon Slayer should live a little. So Akuro would help him develop interests outside of training and going out, and traveling around Japan. Giving him a reason to be a Demon Slayer besides being told to.

Eizo would greatly love his cousin because of this and viewed her as the parent he wanted but never got. However, things would take a turn when Eizo was coming back with Akuro after a training/ice cream trip, when they were attacked by a demon. The fight was hard, and despite their efforts. The demon was only driven off while Akuro was badly wounded and ended up dying in Eizo's arms.

Since the death of Akuro, Eizo has made a vow to avenge her and kill the demon that killed her. Becoming a member of the Demon Slayer Corps at sixteen and while he has been unable to track down the demon. Eizo does remember his face, but has not seen the demon since. Still, while revenge is on his mind. Eizo did not forget what Akuro's last words to him were, and tries to relax and enjoy life while on his quest. While waiting for a chance to make that demon pay for what he did.

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'K o k y ū'
'K o k y ū'

^{F l a m b o y a n c e}:

✧ Mugetsu: Shinkirōzuki「蜃気楼月」(New Moon, Mirage Moon) — Form 1 As it metamorphically resembles a blank moon, the user conjures illusive mirages that appear and disappear, delivering feints that are decisive, the users are said to be invisible, resembling Hinokami Kagura's Fake Rainbow, this done without any blade work, temporarily erasing their scent/presence
✧ Eigetsu: Mikazukinami 「盈月: 三日月波」(Crescent Bladed Waves) — Form 2:The forms, 1-3 of the original Breath of The Moon are compressed into one as the users circulate through it, delivering dissipating crescent bladed waves, without unsheathing their blade.
✧ Shinhakizuki: Hirameki Mai「四半期の月: 閃き舞」(Quarter, Flashflair) — Form 3:The forms, 4-6 forms of the original Breath of Moon are compressed into one form as practitioners circulate through the forms, resembling the Thunderclap & Flash & Dust Whirlwind Cutter. One zooms at a horizontally & vertically, blinding fashion to blitz their foes, before they could even react, this creates multiple trails of crescent blades, for every hit that one unleashes. This is done with an unsheathed blade.
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'N i c h i r i n'
'N i c h i r i n'

^{B l a d e W o r k} : Eizo's Nichirin Sword turned into light purple. The color symbolizes the creativity and power of Moon Breathing Style. Along with the light that the moon gives off during the night.
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^{U n i q u e T r a i t s} :
Eizo has an unusually sharp eyesight and is able to see things further away than most. Along with being able to see accurately see the subtle shifts in a person's movement to help predict their next move.

While Eizo does not know it, the demon that killed Akuro has a connection to his family.

Despite what his family says, and honoring the memory of his mentor. Eizo has enrolled at a local university and is studying to be a teacher.

'R y ū n o k o K e o d i s'
'R y ū n o k o K e o d i s'

^{P e r s o n a l i t y} :
A prankster at heart. Laid back at most times, Keodis can be found enjoying the new advancements of the world at any given occasion he can, whether that's listening to new music from the west, to supporting an old company branching out into the world of video games by the name of Nintendo.
When fighting, he rarely takes things seriously. He attempts diplomacy before violence at every opportunity, talking to and teasing his would-be executioners. He subscribes to the idea of "suddenness and violence of action," so when he inevitably is forced to try, the opening move usually causes mass amounts of property damage.
Recently, hunts that are believed to be perpetrated by this demon have been decreasing. Public appearances have all but vanished, leaving only a few sightings of him at various underground nightclubs.

^{S h o w a S e c r e t} :
Born in the Roaring 20s, Keodis has seen the rise and fall of the Japanese Empire. Living in Hiroshima, Keodis was a homefront worker due to failing the physical exam during the second world war. On August 6, 1945, Keodis was not quite at the port where he worked, when the world detonated.
He woke up multiple days later, dying of radiation poisoning, when he was visited by Michikatsu and given a choice. He accepted, and became more.
Faced with the end of the war, and everything his life once was being wiped away in nuclear fire, Keodis changed his family name and joined the Yakuza as a full-time member. Living the life of "devoted member" worked for a while, until the advent of Frank Sinatra in Japan. Listening to music like that, Keodis got curious, and started exploring more of what the modern world had to offer. Doing so, he came face-to-face with the reality that he wasn't living, but surviving. After speaking with Michikatsu and renouncing his position as a Demon Lord, Keodis left his position at the left hand of the oyabun to explore the rest of Japan. Sure, he still did jobs every once in a while, but he now moves across the whole of Japan, not just Kyushu.
This confrontation, however, has had consequences. Without the full power of being a Demon Lord, the insidious killer, radiation, has been reaping it's toll. Hidden away from view, mutations spread each time Keodis stretches his wings. He withers from his power, and from the bill he dodged 40 years ago finally coming due.
Now, he rests in the center of the web he's created. A vast network of clubs, show venues, izakaya joints, karaoke bars, and other similar locations in Roppongi, Shinjuku, Shibuya, and even over in Osaka in Shinsaibashi. He listens to the voices of the common man, the young crowd, the People of Japan.
It's said if you ever need information, you should seek the Western Dragon. Go to the Shibuya district, and find the club called "The Western Dragon." Ask for the "Punk Bomber" flight, and give the waiter an oragami Peace crane.

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'K e k k ī j u t s u'
'K e k k ī j u t s u'

^{B l o o d D e m o n A r t} : Dragon Reactor. Watching the Iron Dragons fly over his home for years, witnessing their flaming breath felt across the country, Keodis's Blood Demon Art modeled itself after the most destructive force he knows, even more so than the Demon King. The flames of his attacks are a livid red, while the more physical attacks and constructs are a brilliant Chernokov blue. Every projectile he fires, if you listen closely, have the keen of a falling bomb.
✧ Signature "Wing-borne Sun" : Multiple variants of this attack have been observed, but the most common is a dragon construct about 20 ft. in length, which acts independently. It has a breath weapon, and detonates when destroyed in a pulse detonation that puts off radiation.
✧ Secondary "Nuclear Scale" : A defensive technique rarely seen, it ensconces Keodis in a larger version of the "Wing-borne Sun," which then solidifies and becomes, for all intents and purposes, his body. Has only been used while outnumbered and outmatched, as a field leveller.
✧ Finisher "Maximum Output: Meltdown" : A 0-sum attack of Mutually Assured Destruction. Enclosing himself in a shell of pure flame, Keodis fires erratic, innumerable pulses of what can only be called pure nuclear radiation from the surface in all directions. Has only been used once before, and reconnisance said that he was covered in burns and injures that did not heal for weeks. Hunter squad assigned to him at the time of the usage of Maximum Output: Meltdown consisted of 3 Hashira and 8 Kinoe. There was only one other survivor of the confrontation.
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^{T r a n s f o r m a t i o n} : Keodis has three forms. A 'disguise,' looking completely human besides small red scales along his floating ribs and the insides of his thighs. Next, a 'partial' form, where on pair of wings and a tail sprout. Finally, a 'full' form, where his hair is replaced by similarly colored flexible scale strands. He grows large draconic horns, claws, gains digitigrade legs, and four pairs of wings resting along his spine. Scales cover his body, giving him an additional layer of armor.

^{R A D I A T I O N M U T A T I O N} : Each time Keodis invokes a transformation or usage of his Blood Demon Art, no matter how minor, his form warps a little more. His disguise becomes more inhuman, his full form more beastly. Each time he trades finesse for power, reason for strength. He becomes more, yet less with every pulse of his demonic abilities.

Kairi Uzui
'Uzui Kairi'

^{P e r s o n a l i t y} :
Kairi is a girl who is known for her confidence and while a bitter defeat did temper the worst of her arrogance, she remains highly confident on her ability to deal with most of the adversities that will come on her way and if things didn't go as easy well she welcomes the challenge. That being said, she is prone to wearing masks to better suit her current priorities and while her actions when wearing those masks are a bit more deliberate how she acted is still of her own volition.

When blending in, she took the role of a flirty girl who is always trying to keep her gossip updated as she quietly observes the crowd for anything amiss. When working as a shinobi, she becomes a mission oriented leader that will ensure that her men gets to safety. When her mask is dropped she becomes the caring older sister ensuring that her juniors could thrive as much as she could. As for the demons daring to prey on humanity, she is their smiling executioner carefully toying the final minutes of their lives.

^{S h o w a S e c r e t} :
Kairi Uzui is the heiress of the main branch of Uzui clan and by extension the yakuza which she is currently serving as its first lieutenant. Commonly seen at nightclubs and parties she is invited where she takes drinks and partying with her peers around Funachi as a rich young lady always looking for a good time. While partially truthful, she is also doing her duty as a member of the demon slayer corps by identifying and silently killing demons that she sniffed trying to take prey of the oblivious students.

As a young child, expectations to follow her ancestors footsteps had been implanted in her infant mind as she trained to be a shinobi under the clan. It is during this training when it would be clear that her talents far outshines those of peers and family with her instructor hailing her as a genius in the blade and a prodigy at being a shinobi. One that led to her arrogance believing that there is no one who could match her.

Said arrogance was shattered like glass when she suffered her first defeat in a duel to determine who would be the next Hashira against the Guen Tomioka. The defeat shattered her sense of superiority that for a brief moment she felt weak. Refusing to stay down however, she soon decided to redouble her training not just on fighting but also with what is expected on her as a heiress of the Uzui Clan leading to her turning down the next offer to be a Hashira in favor of developing her personal breathing style through the years of fighting demons and working with the other ninja and enforcers of her clan. Those years would develop her instinct as an older sister as she finds herself continuously assigned to take good care of the yakuza's younger members. It wasn’t that bad to be honest.

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'K o k y ū'
'K o k y ū'

^{F l a m b o y a n c e} :





✧ 1st Form: Mirage
Kairi obscures her true location by creating a solid reflection for her enemies to see, causing them to lose her true location and giving her space for her further attacks.

✧ 2nd Form: Flashbang
Kairi temporarily overlaps with a Mirage she made, causing a flash of light followed by the sound of a flashbang, disorienting people who are looking for a brief moment.

✧ 3rd Form: Sparrow Slayer
Inspired by tales of Sasaki Kojiro, Kairi performs strikes in direct coordination with her mirages or mirrors allowing her to hit her opponent at different locations at the same time.

✧ 4th Form: Mirror Dash
Kairi overlaps herself with a Mirage unlike the second force, she uses the overlap to catapult herself on a specific direction, allowing her to cross distance in a manner akin to teleportation before the naked eye.

✧ 5th Form: Mirror House:
The strongest form of her breathing style, where surrounds her enemies with multiple mirages that allows her to use to the 3rd and 4th Forms of Mirage Breathing in quick succession resulting in a relentless storm of attack that arrive from any direction. This form while powerful is also one of the most draining attacks ever recorded turning into nothing but a final gambit in Kairi's eyes.

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'N i c h i r i n'
'N i c h i r i n'

^{B l a d e W o r k} : On the first look the pair of wakazashi wielded by Kairi is no different from a normal nichirin blade given to any other recruits. When exposed to sunlight at an specific angle it will be revealed that underneath the sharp edge of the blade is capable of turning clear while the unsharped edge becomes an extremely reflective surface mirroring Kairi's ability to choose how wants to present herself before other people.
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^{U n i q u e T r a i t s} :

Social Chameleon: Kairi has a natural talent of adjusting her impression to either blend with other people or push through whatever agenda that she had.

Shinobi: Kairi is trained in the arts of the shinobi by her clan, allowing her to sneak around and make accurate observations on her surroundings.

Yae Korkuyu and the Heiress: Kairi is the heiress of a yakuza and a vital member of Yae Korkuyu (Uzui clans shinobi for special operations) and has a wisteria tatoo on her back to prove it. This does wonders to those who knew the significance of the tatoo.

Free Spirit: Kairi had dropped after finishing high school due to the countless activities she partakes in, while she can sneak around with clever disguise she would rather not.

Onee-San: Kairi had taken a self assigned role of being the big sister for the younger members of the Corps, especially upon learning that some of them are actual orphans.

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'𝘟 𝘈 𝘒 𝘜'
'𝘟 𝘈 𝘒 𝘜'

^{P e r s o n a l i t y} :
Cold, efficient and uncompromising, Xaku is neither soft nor forgiving. Intelligent but detached, Xaku is an austere and pragmatic individual with zero tolerance for fatuity. Xaku is not one to raise her voice or even utter a curse. Her anger is quiet and glacial, and she keeps her thoughts and feelings, if she has any at all, guarded by a heart of steel. She values efficiency and results, detests dishonesty, rejects disorganisation, and hardly bothers to voice her thoughts beyond short, concise sentences.

To Xaku, weakness of the mind and body is a sin, and those who remain stagnant are the greatest of sinners. Callous, unfeeling and methodical, Xaku holds herself and her subordinates to a high standard of conduct, and she makes no effort to hide her disapproval when those standards are not met. Oftentimes, her words can be just as sharp as any blade, and she is adept at tearing people down with words alone. Her cold and merciless demeanour makes Xaku both feared and respected by colleagues and citizens alike for her ruthless but indisputably efficacious methods.

In battle, which is something of a rarity nowadays, Xaku always prefers precision over raw power, though she does not lack in either area. Collateral damage is generally kept to a minimum, and fights against her often last only seconds before her enemy is turned into nothing more than a fading memory.

Xaku does not start fights. But she always makes sure to end them.

^{S h o w a S e c r e t} :
A newly appointed, influential and notoriously ruthless Police Chief, and the only demon to have fully rejected the standard hierarchy of Michikatsu Tsugikuni.

Before there was Xaku, there was a girl called █████████████. An idealistic orphan from a small, forgotten, long-dead town who once upon a time dreamed of being a hero, of being someone with the strength and courage to protect others the way she herself had once needed. It was a child’s dream, shaped by years of loss, but it was hers nonetheless. To achieve that goal, she sought to join the Demon Slayer Corps to slay the wicked monsters of the night and protect the innocent from evil. And yet... the reality was not what she thought. As time passed, her idealism faded bit by bit as she was confronted with the true horror of humanity within her own country. Demons were cruel monsters, yes, but humans were a special kind of evil all their own. Weak in most cases, unthreatening, cowardly, and yet possessed of a capacity for cruelty far greater than any demon she had ever encountered.

Such evil. W̸h̶y̷?̴

Eventually, the pride she once held in her heart faded until slaying demons no longer held the honour and glory it once did, replaced with a more powerful feeling of uncertain, creeping despair. Then, a new thought began forming in her mind, terrible and insidious, poisoning her heart, feeding on her hesitance, dulling her blade. It was the thought that... perhaps humans were not worth saving, after all. Perhaps they were not truly different from the demons who sought to prey on them. Perhaps... humans themselves were monsters of a sort. At the very least, those demons did not pretend, did not smile and speak honeyed words while poisoning their own children, violating their own kind. Yet, through all those increasingly dire thoughts, she clutched onto her duty like a lifeline, believing that demons were still the worst danger, still the true evil that needed to be purged. Because, without that lifeline, without that purpose... she had nothing.

And she couldn't k̸ͭ͝i͛͠l̡͞l̢͛ live f̴̡o̢͌̀r with that.

And then, her hope was broken again and again and again. Her beliefs tested time and again over the course of her career, fracturing her already once rock-solid mentality and pushing her convictions to their limits until she broke entirely. Eventually, she could force herself to pretend no longer, and she made the choice to permanently cut ties with the Demon Slayer Corps. And yet... her idealism never quite died off with the rest of her compassion, instead crystallising into a cold, hard, and absolute resolve that she held above all else.

If humans were also wrong, then why should they alone be spared judgment?

It was undeserved. U̴n̴e̸a̶r̸n̵e̴d̸.

It was soon after that when she encountered Upper Moon One, Kokushibo, some time before the death of the Demon King, Muzan Kibutsuji, at the hands of the Demon Slayer Corps. After a fearsome battle that left her blade shattered and her body broken, she was ready to accept her fate.

P̴a̸t̵h̵e̸t̴i̴c̷.̸

But it wasn’t the cold embrace of death that found her. Instead, the Upper Moon spared her life and made her an offer she didn't expect. Become a demon and live an eternal life. At that moment, faced with a choice she no longer cared to reject, she chose to abandon her previous identity and reinvent herself completely as something more than a mere Demon Slayer.

And thus, she became the first to be turned by Tsugikuni Michikatsu. Not one of his Blood Moons, but something else entirely.

Xaku was born from a corpse, but not of the physical kind.


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'K e k k ī j u t s u'
'K e k k ī j u t s u'

^{B l o o d D e m o n A r t} :



Precise, destructive and swifter than sight, Xaku's Blood Demon Art combines immense range, speed, and unmatched single-target damage potential. Xaku's attacks are fast, brutal and undetectable to the naked eye. Her slashes make no sound and do not even displace air before making contact with a target. Only those of great skill can even hope to avoid instant death when faced with this power.

✧ Signature — Rend (切り裂く): Never seen, only felt, this technique is the one used in general combat as both offence and defence. While usually undetectable, the results of this technique speak for themselves in the bisected corpses and split buildings it leaves behind.

✧ Secondary — Dissect (解剖): A far more powerful, yet somewhat less devastating, version of Xaku's "Rend", this technique has very little range, but is more precise and has far more destructive potential, automatically adjusting its output to cut through anything Xaku touches. Rarely used, but powerful nonetheless.

✧ Finisher — Shrine of Ruin (はいきょのしんでん): An all-out attack that unleashes hundreds of thousands of slashes per second from both "Dissect" and "Rend" to dismantle everything around Xaku. When the dust settles, nothing remains.
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^{T r a n s f o r m a t i o n} : Xaku's only known transformation is her current form, an entirely separate look from her original human appearance.

'H i m a r i T s u g i k u n i'
'H i m a r i T s u g i k u n i'

^{P e r s o n a l i t y} :
Himari is a tomboy at her core. Having been raised around her brother and the Demon Slayer Corps' Yakuza influenced her heavily. She got into fights a lot as a kid to protect the weak and small kids that were picked on in school. She always looked out for the little guy and this is fully shown through her own sect of the Yakuza, Tsukikage Ryū. They're Japan's version of Robin Hood and his band of merry men. They steal from real criminals as well as demons and give back to the less fortunate. They run soup kitchens and provide bodyguarding/security services for small businesses and night clubs. Outside of civilians she's very protective of Corps members, but especially of their Oyakata, Takaya.

She's also a bit punkish and anti-government, mostly due to their Mayor, her ancestor, being a literal demon and the fact that the government has them out here looking like criminals. Despite her opinions of the mayor she actually holds no malice or hatred for demonkind. She sees them as what they are. Symptoms of a diseased world.
^{S h o w a S e c r e t} :
She's Him. Himari was born for one purpose and that was to slay demons and restore her family's legacy and honor. She was born eighteen years ago to the infamous Tsugikuni clan. Their skills and mastery over the style of Moon Breathing are renowned among the Demon Slayer Corps, but just like the Ubuyashiki family's name was tainted by Muzan, theirs is tainted by Michikatsu. Betraying humanity to seek power wasn't enough for him. He survived the Infinity Castle and became the ruler of demons in Muzan's place. Ever since then the Tsugikuni clan has been dedicated to putting an end to their demonic ancestor for good.

It has not gone as well as they wanted it to. Despite the family and the Corp both thriving, Michikatsu's influence has spread as well. He's created as many demons as his predecessor and instead of hiding from the world has established himself in their government as mayor and put a target on the back of the Demon Slayer Corps. They've been relegated even more to the shadows and have been seen as criminals rather than protectors. Himari and her older brother Hikaru have wanted to change that. They wanted to show Japan that the Yakuza weren't just criminals. Some were actually here to support and protect the community. Himari looked up to her older brother and in some ways copied his mannerisms and ideals. She was his shadow and followed him everywhere. They trained relentlessly, both dedicated to making the world safe from demons.

Then one day, he was gone. He died on his wedding day, leaving both her and his wife with a hole in their hearts that would likely never be filled. She wanted to honor her brother and fulfill their dream for him so she continued to train and push herself even more than before. She was recently told that she'd replace Hikaru as the Moon Hashira. She knew that she would, but the honor felt so empty. She wanted to beat him for the title, not gain it after his death. But in spite of these feelings she plans to live up to the legacy and finally put an end to Michikatsu.

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'K o k y ū'
'K o k y ū'

^{F l a m b o y a n c e} : Moon Breathing Style: Moon Breathing is a Breathing Style that mimics the Moon, specifically the crescent shape of the moon as it waxes and wanes and the erratic behavior of passing moonlight, and replicates it with the user's movements, techniques and abilities. Most, if not all, known techniques and forms are standard yet varied swordsmanship techniques that focus on swift and powerful strikes which blends both offense and defense. Most sword slashes performed follow the shape and pattern of crescent moons.

Himari has mastered forms 1-8 of Moon Breathing and plans to learn and master the remaining 8 despite not being a demon herself.
✧ Form Four: Dance of the Moonlight, the Sun's Reflection: This hidden form was passed down in the Tsugikuni family line and it is one that their progenitor refuses to use. He made it in an attempt to mimic a Sun Breathing technique and named it this way because the moonlight is the sun's reflection. It's the only form that instead of producing crescent shaped moon slices produces flames that make demons feel like they're being cut by the sun itself. It starts off similar to the Sun Halo Dragon Head Dance with the user twisting their torso and shoulders to lift their sword above their head enveloping it in flames. They then rush forward before their enemy can react to hit them with a decapitating horizontal slash. If there's one enemy they repeat the slashes as they dance around their opponent's body cutting them to pieces and making it harder for them to regenerate if they're a Blood Moon. If there's more than one target they dance around the battlefield slashing their heads off.
✧ Forms 1-8 : Moon Breathing
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'N i c h i r i n'
'N i c h i r i n'

^{B l a d e W o r k} : Himari has a white nichirin blade with red habaki pieces along the base of the blade. The white of her blade represents the pale moonlight.
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^{U n i q u e T r a i t s} : Selfless State: When in battle Himari shuts everything off. She erases every bit of her to become one with her blade and the task that it needs to complete. Because of this she's able to hide her presence from those who detect malice, aura, or fighting spirit.

Extrasensory Perception: Himari possesses supernaturally enhanced sensory abilities granting her a sixth sense that allows her to perceive things that normal humans can't. She can sense the aura of demons and humans as well as detect one's fighting spirit. This allows her to react to what she can't see and makes surprise attacks against her all but pointless. Through this she can also see their weaknesses and uses it to help her determine how and where exactly to attack.

Wisteria Tattoos: Her yakuza tattoos are made of Wisteria.

'R Y U N O S U K E K A M A D O, T H E D R A G O N O F S H I N J U K U'
'R Y U N O S U K E K A M A D O, T H E D R A G O N O F S H I N J U K U'

^{P e r s o n a l i t y} :
The victory rush. That is all Ryunosuke looks for in life. The high he gets from victory. The catharsis of an overwhelming triumph. The fame, recognition, privilege, and life it all brings. To him, the nightlife of Shinjuku and the fortune that comes with his infamy is the closest he will ever get to Nirvana. His moniker carries weight. His feats are whispered like legend. Bosses and criminals nod their heads in respect, or glare at him in hatred. Good and bad, he loved it all. In the night, he is more than just himself. He's greater than the long war between Hunters and Demons. He is an Icon. He is the Dragon of Shinjuku.

He grew his legend where many others did. At the Wangan route. A hotspot for illegal street racing, and where everyone who was anyone would gather to watch a spectacle. Though he was indoctrinated into the Demon Slayer Corps at a young age, the track is where he always belonged. He is a top tier racer, undefeated and counting. Driving his heavily modified Ferrari Testarossa (partly thanks to Takaya-Sama), his racing style matches his personality. Raw, aggressive, overzealous, and confident. He's raced countless opponents. There have been those that have claimed that they would be the ones to defeat the Dragon. But history always remembers them as "The racer who almost caught up".

Outside of the Wangan Route, Ryunosuke indulges in everything Shinjuku has to offer. His morals are dubious at best, and the vices he enjoys are numerous. Gambling, clubbing, drinking, smoking, sex, and everything in between. He's extorted people for money, interfered in gang warfare, and much more. The one line he would never cross is cheating. In his mind, if he needs to cheat to win, he has no right winning. And also, why cheat? Ryunosuke is already the greatest there is, no point in cutting corners when victory is always guaranteed.

But through it all, at the end of the day, he is still a proud member of the Demon Slayer Corps. Underneath his bravado and ego lies an unextinguishable hatred of Demons, and a pride knowing he's good at what he does. now, more than ever, he stalks the streets of Shinjuku looking for a fight. His ambition, pride, and ego are the flames that burn all that oppose him. And the fuel that constantly drives him forward.

"Listen listen. I know I'm a bad guy. But I'm the best bad guy you'll ever meet. So sit back and watch the show! You're getting frontrow seats to this smackdown. And don't worry, I'll give you my autograph after this."

^{S h o w a S e c r e t} :
As far back Ryunosuke could remember, he always wanted to be a gangster.

Gangster's never looked back in fear. They demanded respect. You could tell who they were by just a glance. This was the life he yearned for. But by curse of his blood, he was born a predestined soldier in a war against demons. Worst yet, he was destined to be one of the greatest slayers of his time.

His parents were poor paupers who lived in the slums of Shinjuku. Ren and Tamayo Kamado were their names. Times were hard, and meals scarce. But his parents always held their head high, like they knew something others didn't. Refusing to align with the Corps, they kept themselves in abject poverty to distance themselves They always had plans for Ryunosuke. The combat lessons his mother gave him in the middle of the night, the history and dance lessons his father would give during the day. It was blatantly obvious that he was being groomed for something. It was stifling. The lessons were brutal and nonstop. He missed out on his childhood, being forced to learn the realities of his bloodline, the eternal war between Hunters and Demons, and the cruel facts of life and death. Every truth was laid bare to him. He often questioned. Why did the war start? Why not live with the other Demon Slayers? Why are we so special? Questions were often answered with more questions. Nothing was obvious, all was subjective.

In the brief moments between his intensive training, he would climb to the top of his steel hut and stare at the Shinjuku skyline. The illuminated concrete jungle dazzled his young mind. He dreamt of being at the top. Being known by everyone, and hated by everyone else. Where he got to do what he wanted, whenever he wanted. A playground of danger, where the only thing louder than the thumping beats of raves and clubs were the screeching of tires on asphault. He wanted that life, not the one he was being groomed for. In fact, he hated it. He hated the mark on his face the most, a supposed blessing. IN reality, it was a doomsday clock. He knew what it meant. He wouldn't live to be an adult.

His parents died when he was still young. Ambushed in the slums by demons. By the time the Demon Slayer Corps arrived, everything was burnt to a crisp. Huts, shacks, humans, demons, all felt the touch of the sun's blaze. All that remained was Ryunosuke. Covered in soot and shaking in anger. After that day, he was taken in by the Demon Slayer Corps to train with other future prospects. Into his young adult life, Ryunosuke was a difficult child. He would butt heads, argue, and be difficult whenever he could. His rebellious nature and bullheaded attitude were fueled by his evergrowing ego and lust for true freedom.

Going into his adult years, he largely abandoned the Demon Slayer Corps. Continuing to grow, train, and learn on his own, he set out into the mythical nightlife of Shinjuku to live his dream. Starting at the Bayshore route, he quickly grew in infamy as the greatest nightracer to run the route. His image only grew. He embroiled himself into everything the night had to offer, and loved every moment of it. He became a sort of "pop-cult" figure for Shinjuku. Given the moniker "The Dragon of Shinjuku" for his loud and iconic racing car. The Ferrari Testarossa. Outfitted with illegal engine parts, flame spewing exhausts, and a nichirin-reinforced body, it is his prized possession.

But as he spent more time growing his legend, his hatred for demons grew. He gained an innate understanding of why the Corps was necessary, and what threat the Demon's posed to humanity. Right when he turned 17, he made a promise to himself. He would do everything in his power to live the life he wanted. He would never listen to people unless he wanted too. Every choice and action he took was because he wanted too. Not because of any responsibility, or ideology, or philisophic crap.

Ryunosuke is 20 now. He's enrolled part time in Wasegawa University. He's still is a popular and frequent face at the Bayshore Route. And he holds a more open (albeit still limited) line of communication to the Demon Slayer Corps. He will only take orders from Uyubashiki Takaya, who he sees as the only person who has the right to be his master. He has a superhuman stubbornness and ego. But cemented somewhere in the middle, is his undying will of flame. He will burn all those that stand in front of him, and those left will witness the fires of the Dragon of Shinjuku. All in a name to live up to that promise he made himself.
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'K o k y ū'
'K o k y ū'

^{F l a m b o y a n c e} : Alongside his Demon Slayer Mark, the Hinokami Kagura, and his master of Sun Breathing, Ryunosuke wanted to create new forms that were tailored specifically for him. So tailored, in fact, that it would be impossible for anyone else to replicate. These forms take advantage of his massive frame and self-centered mindset to wreak havoc on anyone he fights. He calls them "Dragon Stance". Their principles are still rooted in Sun Breathing.
✧ Dragon Stance/First Form: Ego Made Manifest: Utilizing his Sisyphean ego, he wills it to manifest around him in a blazing aura. Anyone who stands close will be singed at least, burnt at worst. He can activate this in the middle of other Sun Breathing forms to surprise any opponent who gets too close
✧ Dragon Stance/Second Form: Implacable: A strike that always finds its mark. A massive, pointed attacks thats more akin to a wave of pure sunfire than an actual sword strike. Unabashedly burning everything in a general direction. If it doesn't hit his opponent, it leaves them with nowhere to run. The very air singes the skin. breathing becomes a labor and standing becomes a chore
✧ Dragon Stance/Third Form: Noble Soul of the Dragon: Tossing aside all restraint and fear, Ryunosuke hurls himself at an enemy in a all-or-nothing series of powerful strikes. This form leaves no room for defense, and boosts any form of offense. It's his most dangerous attack, for himself and his opponent.
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'N i c h i r i n'
'N i c h i r i n'

^{B l a d e W o r k} : Ryunosuke's arsenal is unique. He has a garage full of cars, all outfitted with Nichirin bodies (yes, he has used his cars as legitimate weapons in duels. Yes, he has killed demons with his cars). Outside of that, he carries a massive Nodachi. It's twice the size of him, And unruly/difficult to wield. Thanks to his hulking frame and surprisingly dexterous body, he can use it as dexterously as a regular katana. The blade itself is surprisingly simple in design. The blade itself is crimson, and it has no proper Tsuba or hilt. Instead, layers of dirty bandages wrap around the gripping end. This is by design. Per Ryunosuke's words "The last thing anyone would expect is for me to use an incomplete sword". There may be greater meaning to his Nodachi, FOIP.
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^{U n i q u e T r a i t s} : Ryunosuke has a supernatural ability to be in the right place at the right time. Hell, most of his hunts happen just because he stumbles onto a demon. Rarely does he ever actively go searching anything out. This extends outside of combat as well. He'll find his way into meetings he never knew he needed to be at. And anyone who really needed him, would find him strolling right past them. He doesn't have a proper explanation for this. He just chalks it up to good luck, or a god's favor.

'O C N a m e'
'Ryoshu"

A g e: 74| R a n k:Blood moon rank 4, 4th demon lord.

P e r s o n a l i t y :
“Worry not my dear, for I shall make you… transcend”

A Terminally ill artist who dedicated himself to the pursuit of beauty now with his mind twisted by demonhood.
An unusually joyous man filled with wonder favoring the quiet solemnity of tradition over the loud and noisy bastardisations brought over by the west such as the genre of raucous noise self-proclaimed as music known as “metal”.
Self centred and egotistical,he despises the ugly and brutish but favors the fine and elegant.

Considering himself a peerless artist misunderstood by the world, Ryoshu seeks to make all things beautiful in his own view, to create a masterpiece no one can rival.
No longer bound by the limits of canvas, he now favors more… entertaining mediums upon which to express himself.
His distortion is such that Ryoshu even views his own disaese as inherently beautiful,marveling before patterns of his own coughed up blood sizzling upon the white sands of his sanctum. Allowing his cells to be destroyed again and again even if curing it would be a trivial matter.

S h o w a S e c r e t :
Born in the late Taisho era, the demon Ryoshu was once a man named Takeshi Mori, youngest child of 3 in a wealthy merchant family.
He never had any interest in the realm of business, rather spending his hours sketching and drawing sat upon the veranda with wildflowers became his favorite subject.
His father tried to get him to change his ways, making him work as a manager to one of the family’s ventures so he may acquire the same business acumen as the rest of the family.

It didn’t work as Mori rarely stayed in the store, leaving all business to the 2 shopkeepers while he wandered the city seeking subjects to draw only returning to the store at dusk. Even earning a small reputation doing so.

Eventually after a particularly bitter conflict with his own father, the man left his home for Tokyo seeking to pass the entrance examination and attend the Tokyo Fine Art’s school.
He would fail, the judges deeming his works “lifeless” and “devoid of self” for the Expressionist current sweeping Japan at the time.
Unperturbed, the man continued his works, taking on odd jobs here and there to sustain his dream. Not stopping even as illness took root of his body even when he was relegated to roaming the streets.

It would be until his final moments that Mori finally understood, when he stared at the patterns formed by his own vomited blood, the true meaning of beauty. It had been within them all along! All of them, every man women and child. Alas it was too late now, his consciousness faded despite his mind fighting with all its might…

When he awoke next he was changed, newfound strength coursed through his feeble limbs. A man stood next to him,aura overwhelming in its might, all seeing through its six crimson eyes.
Upon that day Takeshi Mori was no more and the demon Ryoshu was born.

Currently he takes residence in the pearl terrace, a traditional mansion built upon a clifftop overseeing the vast city below.

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'K e k k ī j u t s u'
'K e k k ī j u t s u'

B l o o d D e m o n A r t : Life Bringing/Birthing Blood Arrow (创生血箭)

Unrivaled at range, Ryoshu shaped his steely flesh into both the daikyū and its projectiles. Entwinned sinews became string, skin textured into quiver while blood became his arrows.
Weapon in hand, The demon can target any creature within his sight with night pinpoint accuracy, shooting through gaps no larger than a coin or penetrating through thick walls with ease.

Each shot is a methodical process involving coordination between the eyes on his weapon and his own for locking on to the target before firing. The arrow rings out with a melodious whistle, a symphony sealing one’s fate.

While Ryoshu is utterly devastating at range, he is far from defenseless up close. He may choose to discard precision in favor of rapid fire. Shooting dozens of arrows in a moment.

Should worse come to worse he remains Capable of forming his arrows and using them as improvised melee weapons, parrying and stabbing as needle daggers. Albeit such a desperate measure often always proves insufficient against a devoted foe capable of enduring his barrages and reach his person.

✧ Signature ___ :Requiem– Scarlet Gut-piercer (緋色の穿腸)
Red barbed homing arrows of solidified blood long as a man’s arms yet runs thin as a needle. Flying without sound but that of the bow which fired it.
A move which felled countless foes, upon penetrating into living tissue the arrow expands, rapidly taking root within the body eventually rupturing the skin anew with thorny vines and blooming into multicolored chrysanthemum flowers.
If left unattended, the flower booms will expand and cover the entire person, transforming them into something closer to a plant. Their face frozen in a final moments of agony.

The name gut piercer comes from Ryoshu’s tendency to aim toward a man’s gut as such a shot produces the most fertile “soil”.
Dozens of such “plants” are planted in large pots decorating the entrance of Ryoshu’s inner sanctum.

✧ Secondary ___ :Requiem–Endless Dreamscape Fantasy (終幻夢境)
Exploding arrows shaped like a rose branch, releasing a swarm of petal-shaped shrapnel and scattering about an all pervasive pink mist clinging parasitically to anything in range. A viscous blood poison that brings both death and life as tiny wild flowers emerge from every injury of the archer’s foes.
Growing and rapidly colonizing their bodies if no action is taken.

✧ Finisher ___ :Requiem–Thousand Blossom Crimson Mist （安魂落万花）
Aim the bow and concentrate for a moment before unleashing a singular arrow imbued with crimson glow which ,upon impact, expands into a rolling mass of razor sharp bloody briars homing upon all living creatures in a 20m radius. Tearing apart all in its wake.

Those pierced by the briars find their flesh invaded by rapidly borrowing thorns and are ripped apart from within, their remnants growing into gorgeous encarmined-trunked thorned sakura trees which soon go into full blossom, carpeting the area in snow white petals.

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T r a n s f o r m a t i o n :
Ryoshu’s primary form is that of a beautiful man with jade white skin and waist length black hair, often dressed in white garments wearing a pair of hard wooden getas. Partial white gloves cover his hands as he carries his signature greatbow, empty quiver bound around the waist.

In his demonic form the Archer opens the third eye on his forehead and grows a pair of horns upon his head. The garments partially fuse back into his body, becoming a set of blood stained robes pinned in place by long nails.
When transformed his weapons return to their original form, a series of eyes opening even on his bow.

Should he desire to stroll the streets under disguise to gather more victims or simply for leisure the demon takes the form of a short-haired man of his mid twenties in a well tailored 3 piece suit. The daikyu and quiver concealed as a suitcase and instrument bag.

Kousai Agatsuma
Kousai Agatsuma

^{P e r s o n a l i t y} :
Kousai can be summed up, more or less, in one word: cool. There's a natural calmness that exudes from him, which is evident in his every day interactions with the people in his surroundings. He's confident, but never arrogant. He approaches everything with an open ear and never looks down at others, even when they make mistakes. Kousai is an invaluable source of advice and encourages others when they're facing difficulty, preferring a person try to overcome their troubles then spoon-feeding them all the answers. This makes him quite approachable in conversation and can often be seen talking to members of the Demon Slayer Corp.

He possesses a keen intellect, not just in scholarly subjects, but in analyzing opponents and figuring out attack patterns. Even during difficult times, he remains relaxed and even-tempered. When fighting, he never shows signs of distress or worry. Instead, he remains focused on the task at hand. His patience allows him to gradually wear down an opponent until he finds his opening to counter attack. These traits make him a formidable opponent. Of all the members within the Corp, Kousai possesses the most self-control when it comes to fighting.

When performing, he typically enters a form of trance. He described it at as having the world muted and only his music can be heard. He feels the beat in his chest and lets his hands take control. Kousai stated that it is his main passion has always been music and has spent a life learning as much about the guitar as he can. Though he's admitted that the bass guitar is the instrument that really helps him express his true feelings.

^{S h o w a S e c r e t} :
The day that Kousai was born a star shined bright but, that star was followed by another star, bringing Kousai's twin brother Tousai into the world. A blessing to the Agatsuma and Kamodo clans, the boy were showered with love from the day they were born. From the moment the boys could walk, they were taught to be demon slayers. Fortunately for them, they got to meet their great grandfather, the legendary Zenitsu Agatsuma. Despite his age, Zenitsu saw the boys as much as he could, even helping them learn what it meant to be demon slayers. Kousai loved his great grandfather, always happy to see him, playing with the old man as much as he could. Unfortunately he only got 5 years with the old man as old age would finally take him, leaving a hole in the world that could never be filled.

As the boys grew older, the closer they got, Kousai vowing to always watchout for his twin brother. He loved him and pushed him to take up Flame Breathing whilst he took up Thunder breathing, both boys complimenting each other's chosen style. Kousai was considered a prodigy, understanding Thunder Breathing on a level that his peers could not, his mind always racing with ideas to improve, the determination to succeed pushing him farther and farther. That wasn't the only thing that he came to love, finding a love for music. It was something about the guitar that let his ears pick up the music. For him, slaying demons and creating music was his shining star, giving him hope that the future was safe, a future that would soon shatter.

Life would take a turn for the worse when the twins were faced off against Demon Consort 4. Kousai had asked for a month for the corp to allow him to investigate a slew of disappearances in Kyoto, but no one believed him, not even his own father. Taking it into his own hands would lead to finding out there was a Demon Consort nestled within Kyoto, and she was not to be taken lightly. The boys fought and fought to try and defeat the consort, their teamwork proving to be their key to success, even beheading the consort, but that would not be enough to stop a demon of her magnitude. The battle with the consort would be prove to be fatal, not for Kousai, instead for Tousai, taking a blow meant for his big brother. Kousai screamed out, unable to mourn his brother as Tousai was torn to shreds, leaving only his blade behind. Intending to avenge his brother, he fought harder than even before, using his ability to change his perception and speed on a dime to fight a demon who had already proven to match his speed. Despite his wounds, he was able to old off the consort, cutting her to ribbons till the sun rose, burning her away. The only thing left behind from battle being Tousai's nichirin blade, a symbol of his hatred for the demons and also his contempt for the Corp for not listening to him.

Two years have passed since Kousai's ascension to Rumble Hashira due to defeating a Demon Consort, one of the few to achieve the feat. Estranged from his father, and keeping the corp at arm's length, Kousai has joined up with the Yakuza as a way to find purpose in this world and fight against the demons on his own terms. During the day, he has taken up the profession of a musician, playing his bass guitar for all those that would listen, even joining a band. This was his life, and Kousai would make the most of it, if not for himself then for the bright star that faded two years ago.

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'K o k y ū'
'K o k y ū'

^{F l a m b o y a n c e}:
Thunder Breathing is a Breathing Style that mimics lightning, specifically swift strikes and movements akin to lightning ripping through the sky, and replicates it with the user's movements, techniques and abilities. Most, if not all, known techniques and forms involve utilizing blinding speeds and immensely fast attacks to overwhelm the enemy in an instant. Users of Thunder Breathing also visualize themselves seemingly creating and manipulating lightning and electricity when unleashing its techniques.

It has been remarked by Zenitsu Agatsuma that this Breathing Style focuses on channeling strength into the user's legs, and maximizing the output of every single muscle and blood vessel in them.[1] Users also mimic lightning to such high fidelity that they cause the air to vibrate when poised to unleash a technique and create immensely loud sounds akin to thunder with their mere footsteps.

✧ Form 1-7 : Thunder Breathing
✧ Form Eight: Rumble and Roar The user initiates this form by dashing forward and unleashing a singular stab attack that creates a spear shaped lightning bolt attack that pierces through the target.
✧ Form Nine: Divine Wrath The user unleashes eight curved slashes in rapid succession before rapidly moving around the opponent, unleashing more slashes and ending with a final, overhead slash that curves downwards, similar to the Blazing Universe technique of Flame Breathing.
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'N i c h i r i n'
'N i c h i r i n'

^{B l a d e W o r k} : Kousai carries around a standard sized and shaped Nichirin katana with yellow lightning streaks along the entire blade. His sword's tsuba is circular shaped with four slight indentations. Its core has a silver tone with small triangles and a golden border. The handle is yellow and wrapped in white silk ribbon. The base of the handle is gold with two short, white ribbons hanging from it.

He also carries his twin brother's nichirin blade on his hip.

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^{U n i q u e T r a i t s} :
Enhanced Perceptiveness: Kousai has shown the ability to use his Breathing Style to increase his movement speed and reaction speed at a constant rate, allowing him to out-speed and outmaneuver his opponents. In addition, he has shown the ability to increase his speed so much that he perceives the world as if it were in slow motion, allowing him to attack his opponents faster than they can react. In addition to his mastery of his Breathing Style that allows him to speed up, he has shown on multiple occasions rapid switches between this altered state and his normal one, allowing him to confused opponents. An example of this was in his fight against the Demon Consort, he was able to rapidly switch between them and perform rapid stop-and-go maneuvers that allowed him to better dodge attacks, seeing as his opponent could keep up with him even when using increased speed.

'𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕦'
'𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕦'

^{P e r s o n a l i t y} :
Business is a game of charm and wit, and without those two things Mura would not be able to live the life she wished to live. Perhaps at some point in the past she may have been less refined— walked with less graceful steps, sparked up in anger, allowed sadness to alter her poignant words. But like a tumbled stone over countless years every rough edge has been smoothed down to leave no trace of that former woman.

Mura is quiet yet charismatic. Wise but measured. She is an eerie in the way that she knows more than she ever lets others glean, and unveils even less unless a price is paid in exchange. Few people know of the woman’s existence, but those that do have expressed caution in making deals with the fox-eared devil. There are so many rumors that she may be a Kitsune, or something else ancient and uninterested for the most part in the goings about of mortals. While that is not the case, every rumor has some root of truth to it.

Mura is a deceiver, not unlike many politickers in the modern age. While every threaded lie may not be malicious to the receiver, it can be certain that every droll over her tongue holds some ulterior motive that benefits her. She is a creature that holds nothing back in the venture to gain what she most desires, and there are few people with the means to stop her. This demon is not the type to enter a village with her blade drawn intending to slaughter any who stand in her way— instead she would rather flutter her lashes and speak sweet nothings, moving pieces on the board until the time comes for her to enter the spotlight herself.

^{S h o w a S e c r e t} : There was a time when simplicity was more than enough for a life well-lived. Waking to the usual routine of sweeping the dusty floorboards and raking the temple grounds carried with it pride alongside the mundanity. She could not recall exactly when the breaking point was in those dull yet peaceful days— something pushed her to the edge on that fateful night but it was so long ago that she can hardly remember. But what she could, is the moment that pastel red and powder white smoke entered the ground, and with it the smell of burning paper.

And when she awoke, the simplicity of life was swept out from beneath her feet. Replacing it was something tempestuous and tumultuous, such a paradigm shift left the newborn demon lost and guideless for some time. The instinct of a demon in their earliest days is said to the strongest, and along with the hunger was the aching stench of perfume that remained in her nose, the last trace of the figure that saved them. Or perhaps doomed them, depending on the lens in which you looked at her circumstances.

Those earliest years were soul crushing.

But the strong strive on, and while in another life she may have surrendered to the cursed life that had been thrust upon her— now she simply remained out of willpower seeking purpose in an ever changing world. Whilst hunting one night, she was found by a slayer of her kind. They were as beautiful as they were fearsome, a man with violet eyes that swung a blade that made no sound. In their dance of unrequited love something awakened in her, a change that sparked inspiration like a brushstroke upon empty canvas. It wasn’t until that very moment that the woman claimed a name for herself, as the countless ravens watched from the treetops did she tell her one true love.

“𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕦.”

She could not tell how many times she might have died that night, nor he. But as the darkened sky began to warm into shades of gold, the symphony they danced to would come to an end. The wounded slayer chased the demon as she fled, and no matter how beautiful their swordsmanship might’ve been, the distance would grow rapidly until the demon was long gone. There was a sense of sadness in that departure. In passing nights it would almost push Mura to spill human blood needlessly, just to draw the ire of her beloved. But she had no death wish, and killed only out of necessity through her travels made rules to follow to prevent her nomadic life from being ruined.

Years would pass, and the young demon would grow fittingly into her new lifestyle. Mura would slowly blend back into human civilization seamlessly, learning to hide her demonic traits, restrain her predatory instincts, and even make a reasonable income for herself along the way. It was after she became comfortable in walking among the humans that she would cross paths with that fated person once again. The smell of pine, dusty brown hair, violet eyes … [𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙔]!

It was at the summer festival, a passing face in the crowd that did not even offer a cursory glance upon her. He was older now, she drunk in every detail of his face, and even though the years left marks and scars upon his face— the spark that was there remained all the same. All that Mura could think about in that moment, was how quickly she could get that man to draw his blade. There was a time and a place for such romantics, and she would not dare allow others to witness a beauty that she deemed for her eyes only. So instead one of her familiars would set their eyes upon the man, to watch the slayer for the days-weeks- or months to come. Patiently awaiting like a spider eager for a fly to land within its web.

And eventually, that day would come.

Far from the town she had settled herself within, further from the small villages that surrounded it, he hunted a much younger and unruly demon that ravaged a forest frequented by hunters. Perched upon the treetops she watched as the slayer made short work of the scourge, and just then she would make her presence known. He remembered her, and upon uttering her name it set Mura’s blood ablaze and the fireflies within her stomach scattered amongst the flames. Their battle lasted for days, neither of them were willing to flee, and the forest canopy offered the demon reprieve for as long as she wished.

But his physical limits would eventually bring their dance to an end, as his breathing techniques taxed the man to the brink of death— the silent sword swung by the man now whipped against the wind. Sorrow filled her from head to clawed toe. So she left him there, and ran far away with dread spilling from her eyes as trees whipped past her. Hoping that one day a man could make her heart sing like that man did all those years ago. And that’s where her story ends… or begins?

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'K e k k ī j u t s u'
'K e k k ī j u t s u'

^{B l o o d D e m o n A r t} : A Tale of Friendship • 友情物語
The offensive capability of Mura’s blood demon art simply does not exist, and instead, has a unique peculiarity just like the demon who granted her this second life. When this demon’s blood is introduced to a deceased creature of the earth, the substance spreads throughout their lifeless body and overtakes their nervous system. The lifeless creature is then given a second false-life, acting as a familiar to the art’s wielder. A bond must then be formed with the familiar to meld her senses with their own, allowing her to see through their eyes and them through her own in perpetuity.

The majority of these familiars take the form of crows, and are visually distinct by their red demonic eyes that reflect that of their creator. There are other creature under her influence, ones that are plentiful and commonly seen in residential areas; rats, cats, even a few stray canines have been conscripted into the ensemble. The main combative capability of Mura is purely based on her own physical prowess and the skill she’s accumulated over the years— at most she may utilize her familiar’s senses scattered across a battlefield to get an upper hand on whatever opponent she may be facing. Or maybe that’s what she would like you to think?

✧ Signature ___ Eternal Companionship : It is difficult to kill what is already dead, and the bond between Mura and her familiars transcends the barrier of life and death. The creature caught under her spell are loyal both due to her demon art as well as the compassion she shows the abominations. Because of this, it isn’t uncommon for Mura’s familiars to push themselves to absolute destruction in order to protect her— and should she be nearby and materials be available, she will assuredly mend them back to form so they can return to their duties. The old proprietress is not feared due to her overwhelming power, few have even seen the woman fight despite the stolen nichirin blade at her hip. But instead she is feared because of her resourcefulness in combination with the art’s versatile use within the city. Buildings may not be razed and buildings may not burn, but the rodent or the raven are always watching.

✧ Secondary ___ Bond of the Fletcher : Should the machinations of the proprietress fall through and she find herself backed into a corner, dire situations call for dire solutions. A great wolf will be called upon, struck to death by hunters hundreds of years ago with their arrows still punctured through its side. With armies of ravens and rats, what could a wolf do you might ask? Plenty— if it is no longer restricted by the binds of the mortal coil. The wolf moves with the speed and strength of a demon and it spares no breathless movement to rip and tear at Mura’s enemy. She fights alongside the ancient canine, syncing her senses with the wolf to surgically carve down their shared enemy.

✧ Finisher ___ Bond of the Destroyer : The ace up her sleeve is a man, donning the head of a bear to hide his identity whilst wearing a demon slayer’s coat, he wields a standard tanto but carefully delivers brutally strikes with devastating strength. Mura’s gift greatly enhances his physical capability and allows him to let loose without the fear of injury, but when the pair fight in unison her opponent would begin to wonder. Why is it that they never have any openings? Mura’s kenjutsu is clearly some derivative stolen from a hashira of the past, but nonetheless, she performs feats impossible for a human to emulate those that could be performed with breathing techniques. The swordsmanship style’s strength is in its speed and unpredictability, striking before the enemy can react and moving on rather than trying to focus on singular blows.

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^{T r a n s f o r m a t i o n} : The transformation level of Mura from her previous physicality is difficult to discern on a passing glance. To an individual meeting her for the first time, she would appear as a normal human at first, but then they would notice; the strange shape of her pupils, what appears to be ears atop her head, and should one of her blood-infused familiars pass by they would inevitably begin to connect the dots. Her canines are long and sharp as any predator’s would be, and as she sips her tea you would assuredly begin to smell that acrid metallic tinge of blood.

'Rengoku Hinotora'
'Rengoku Hinotora'

^{P e r s o n a l i t y} :

Hinotora is, in a word, "irreverent", having little respect for tradition or hierarchy. Strongly self-assured to the point of almost being arrogant, she is rather rude by Japanese standards, rarely using honorifics, calling others casually by given names -or nicknames- or just shamelessly voicing her discontent aloud, even in formal settings. While not fundamentally opposed to not making a problem of herself, Hinotora resents being expected to conform to the expectations of anyone but herself. In her eyes, the only approval she truly has to meet is her own, and as long as she's living life the way she has decided is correct, that's all there is to be said about it. She is the sort to revel in exertion, to exhibit the tendencies of a battle junkie once her blood gets pumping.

Her apparent brashness, however, clouds the true cunning in her nature. At heart, Hinotora is a deeply ambitious woman, tantalized by the idea of self-improvement and strength; yet, she is also steadied by a keen sense of self-preservation. Contrary to many -if not most- Demon Slayers, who glorify the ephemerality of life and the meaning in sacrifice, Hinotora has no intention of dying, not any time soon and ideally not any time at all. To her, sacrifice is cowardice and weakness, to take the easy way out, and true strength is to defy the dying light until the bitter end and beyond. As something of a fan of Western culture and media, she once encountered a quote that struck her poignantly: "Dying is easy, young man; living is harder!" Having internalized this concept, Hinotora believes true strength is continuing to live and fight on no matter what, because you're no good to the world dead. And no matter how many you save in the present by dying, you could have saved far more by living on in the long run. Yet, conversely, she does not scorn those that die simply because they were weak; in her eyes, the truer sin is not dying after having given your all but forgoing survival whilst having any other option.

This kind of ideology, needless to say, stands in stark contrast to much of what the Demon Slayer Corps believes, almost seeming to mock their history in how it interprets the pursuit of justice through a lens that many demons could appreciate. But it's far from the most controversial stance Hinotora holds. In fact, as far as actual demons are concerned, she views them as no different from humans spiritually. In her mind, it is only right to dehumanize others based on "inhumanity" as a concept, not physical status. "Humanity" to her is a way of life, lost or gained by deeds and choice, not by nature, and she is open to offering demons -particularly young ones- some level of slack in consideration for their biological murderous instincts, provided they show a willingness to rise above them. Conversely, she does not view the human and demon conflict as a matter of black and white and sees no issue with good demons killing evil humans. Despite this, she is not by any means blind to the nature of most demons, who more often than not selfishly abuse their powers to murder and consume the undeserving, and she doesn't hesitate in punishing the truly unjust and mercy-killing those too weak-willed resist their instincts.

At her core, though not arrogant enough to shun working with others, Hinotora is a girl who found a certain strength in isolation, who didn't crumble under the pressure of others' expectations but rose up to defy them and carve her own path. Despite her seemingly selfish ideals, however, the one thing the Rengoku Clan truly instilled into her was a genuine value for justice and the pursuit of a better tomorrow. Dazzled further by tales told in many a fiction she buried her nose in as a child, along with tales of legends in Demon Slayer history, Hinotora idealizes the concept of heroes and -in contrast to her outward tendency to dry cynicism- wants to stand for what is ultimately right, no matter how much her methods might disagree with the opinions of the majority.

The only person Hinotora seems keen to offer actual unvarnished respect as a matter of deferential authority is the head of the Butterfly Mansion, Yushiro, who she refers to as "Sensei", admiring him as the pinnacle of demon-kind's potential for coexistence with humanity and as a person of otherwise genuinely respectable intellect and legacy. She still finds his fits of annoyance amusing and is not above harmlessly needling him, having certainly attempted to pester him for stories of legendary events he was involved in.

^{S h o w a S e c r e t} :
The circumstances of Hinotora's birth were contentious in no small sense of the word.

Her mother, Rengoku Taiga, a Flame Breathing demon slayer, had conceived out of wedlock during a night of emotional fancy with a handsomely mysterious stranger, and while this would have already been scandalous enough, what would turn the matter borderline heretical was when the father of Taiga's child chose to make himself known. Having apparently kept tabs on her in the aftermath of their dalliance, he approached Taiga on a dark, moonlit night and revealed himself to be a demon, and it was at that moment that she realized with horror that the man before her was none other than a Blood Moon, the only demons that could sire children. And it was then with a terrible "kindness" that the Moon attempted to turn both mother and unborn child with his blood... and failed.

The aftermath of the attempt and the terribly weak state it left the mother in would leave it an open secret that the circumstances of the upcoming birth were the union of a demon and a human, and more ardently, it was advised that the fruit of the union be removed before it could blossom, such was the shamefulness of it. Yet, the soon-to-be mother rejected such advice, and for her ardent determination, she was rewarded with a healthy baby girl... who she'd not live long enough to raise.

This was the world Rengoku Hinotora arrived into, orphaned at birth and perceived rather unfavorably for the circumstances of it.

To the Rengoku Clan's credit, despite Taiga's more immediate family shunning and otherwise outright disowning her child for the walking stain on their reputation that she was, Hinotora was not disbarred from the same opportunities any other child of the clan had, having all her basic living and educational needs met. However, the rumors surrounding her heritage isolated her socially growing up, leading to some amount of ostracization, and she would end up not internalizing or properly embodying the Rengoku Clan's ideals, becoming a rebellious punk of a girl.

Despite being indoctrinated into Demon Slaying from nearly the moment she could walk (perhaps as a form of "penance" for her existence and "proof of worthiness" in certain eyes), Hinotora did not respond to harsh training and attempts to mold her into a simple cog-in-the-machine weapon with meekness and humble obedience, but instead earned scorn for being a snarky little shit that offered no respect to others that wasn't "earned", displaying a precocious awareness even early on that she knew she was being treated unfairly and had no intention of taking it lying down. Her increasingly irreverent behavior led to her being viewed as ungrateful towards her benefactors and occasionally heretical for the curiosity she showed towards "deviant" and "problematic" knowledge. This dissonance in values further ostracized her, especially once she developed the Phoenix Breathing Style rather than "course correcting", earning her even greater scrutiny for the "shamefully selfish and dishonorable" mindset emphasized by her new Breathing Style.

In the end, having felt as though she never truly formed bonds with her own family, Hinotora would take the opportunity shortly before she reached her age of majority to transfer away from the strict and traditional Kyoto branch of the Demon Slayer Corps -and subsequently, the Rengoku's larger sphere of influence- to study and fight abroad with the far more flexible and lenient Tokyo branch. There, she encountered an environment so diametric to the one she had left that she even found herself fighting alongside demons as allies every now and then.

As it turned out, the Tokyo branch of the Demon Slayer Corps paid much more respect to a niche element of their Corps' history, the reality that in their direst time of need, they had received aid from other demons against Muzan, the reality that demons could -if given the chance- reject their murderous instincts and coexist peacefully with humans. This understanding was something Hinotora found to resonate with her on a level she hadn't realized was possible. And as she continued to sharpen her skills on the rather more "intense" Tokyo territories in the demon vs slayer conflict and studying the history of said conflict and how it came to be, she found herself silently asking a rather poignant question...

Aren't humans and demons just two sides of the same coin, after all?

Not much more than two years ago, shortly after she'd moved to Tokyo and begun delving deeper into a medical education, that same question was brought into even sharper relief, as when encountering a demon during her "civilian hours" that nearly bested her due to attacking her while she was unarmed, Hinotora discovered that her blood was not only toxic to demons but had the capacity to convert them back into humans. Instead of being disturbed by the potential implications this might have for her own status, however, Hinotora was ecstatic, beginning to study the phenomenon deeper and consider the ways this could be used to further deepen the development of her Phoenix Style.

Nowadays, if you were to visit the Butterfly Mansion, perhaps you might encounter her occasionally, a young woman with jet-black hair and a dark red long-coat, her golden eyes curled into sharp coy smiles, as she casually engages in comradery with an allied demon. In recent years, Hinotora has slowly become a more common face amongst the most intellectual faction in the Demon Slayer Corps, earning her keep in performing experiments in new ways to fight demons, and from a mundane angle, "Doctor Hinotora" is slowly gaining a reputation amongst secretly Butterfly Mansion backed hospitals as a young rising star in the medical field.

Also fairly recently, Hinotora has been scouted as the Tsuguko of the Dragon Hashira, Jae-eun, and while she was initially wary of the offer of a man who so often wore a flowery mask, she has since found the arrangement between them to be surprisingly and pleasantly amiable.

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'K o k y ū'
'K o k y ū'

^{F l a m b o y a n c e} : Hinotora is a practitioner of Flame Breathing Forms 1-5 and is capable of the advanced form of Total Concentration: Constant Breathing. However in terms of the pure Flame Style, her proficiency lacks compared to her true specialty, the Style she developed as one more suited to her philosophy, Phoenix Breathing. It is for this reason and her general estrangement from the Rengoku Clan that has led to her never learning Flame Breathing Forms beyond the 5th.

Phoenix Breathing or “The Breath of the Phoenix” is a derivative offshoot combination of Flame Breathing and Total Concentration Breathing, which could be seen as heretical by many Demon Slayers, as it emphasizes a philosophy of "ascension" and the pursuit of survival, idealizing the concept of "stoking an eternal flame", rather than burning brightly and burning out. In a sense, it rejects the idea of sacrificing oneself in the pursuit of one's goals, instead emphasizing living to fight another day. For, after all, what point is there in fighting for a better world if you don't live long enough to enjoy the fruits of your labors, right? Regardless of this rather selfish premise, however, there is an undercurrent of honor, an idea that reckless sacrifice is -in itself- cowardly and that living to fight on guarantees the chance to save even more lives in the long run. In Hinotora's eyes, a true Phoenix may burn eternally, but they burn always for Justice. A true Phoenix shall Set Their Heart Ablaze... and always rise from their ashes.

Mechanically speaking, the Phoenix Style takes advantage of the great advancements in (semi) modern medicine and biological knowledge to create a foundation that surpasses its origins. It combines Flame Breathing with advanced forms of Total Concentration Breathing, primarily those of the Recovery type, and puts a focus on cultivating that power internally, reinforcing and enhancing the user's foundations to allow them to achieve a physicality and endurance comparable to Demons. Indeed, if this Breathing Style has but one definitive goal? It is "to become inhuman without rejecting one's Humanity".

Compared to other Styles, the current forms of Phoenix Breathing are typically less "special elemental moves" and more a series of stacking enhancements. This focus on "improving one's foundation" means that, on an external level, a user showcases very little "elemental power" compared to other styles until at least beyond the first 3 Establishing Forms, which act as the cornerstones for the entire style. The Style treats the user's body like an engine, pressurizing energy inside one's nerves and muscles to achieve explosive speed and power. All the while, the user's cells are treated as growing batteries, storing energy to be unleashed later.

As an actual sword style, Phoenix Breathing emphasizes a wide, deft swings with a strong sturdy blade. To fight as a Phoenix is to be a glorious burning bird of prey, swiftly closing the distance with a target, engaging in a relentless offense, before deftly retreating with equal agility to avoid retaliation and begin the whole cycle anew. Mobility is a key element and highlights a need for strong reflexes and quick thinking, along with making the user at home with executing midair maneuvers. It is a fighting style that creates brute strength through velocity and dexterity and -if practicing its Forms properly- provides in and of itself the necessary physical ability to do so.

✧ Form 1: Furnace Breathing - The first step in the style emphasizes purging impurities and reinforcing one's foundation. Acting as a variant of Recovery Breathing Method laced with cleansing Flame, the user stokes an internal fire surging with the "breath of life", flushing their body free of invasive elements (like poison, disease, etc) and energizing their cells with revitalizing energy and renewed stamina, providing them near limitless endurance. In practice, this form is meant to be used constantly, with every other part of the Phoenix style branching off of it. Side effects of long-term usage of this form include an overall improved immune system and general health along with increased longevity due to gradually restoring the expended capacity of the user's cells to naturally replicate.

✧ Form 2: Flaming Rebirth - As the style's mainstay recovery technique, the second form utilizes an improved form of the Enhanced Recovery Method. Whilst the first form focuses more on gathering and maintaining energy, this form releases that storage in a burst of restorative activity. By focusing their awareness and manipulation of their body, the user is able to detect and heal or otherwise mitigate even hidden internal injuries. By manually prompting their cells into replicating and forcibly accelerating the body's natural recovery systems, at the upper end, the user can manage a form of slow but combat-effective regeneration, limited -granted- to healing only injuries they could have otherwise theoretically recovered from naturally. Lesser uses of this technique can include slowing the circulation of poisons, seizing control of muscles to prevent organs from falling out or even halting bleeding by near-instantly coagulating blood or cauterizing wounds with the user's own flames. This form, once learned, allows the user to train much faster than normal, greatly increasing training time due to how fast their bodies can heal after even the worst and most insane training.

✧ And while this may mostly just sound like normal ERM on the surface, what the Phoenix style truly improves the technique with is the capacity to utilize it even when the user cannot breathe, forcibly drawing on reserves of vitality to induce emergency recovery and allowing them to restore vital bodily functions even in positions where a normal human would suffocate. However, performing the technique without breathing causes immense strain on the body, to the degree that it even decreases the user's lifespan, counteracting the improved longevity of the first form with overuse. Usage of this technique carries a glint of elemental power, as since the recovery is laced with a release of stored Flame energy, the user's wounds may occasionally spew flames when they "cauterize" in a burst.

✧ Form 3: Fire Bird's Spirit - Still staying true to much of the Style's "ladder"-like progression, this form is not an island, but rather an extension of prior forms. Once the body's foundation has been established and protected, this form is used to properly reinforce and enhance it. With this form, the user learns to constantly reinforce their body with the explosive power of flames, greatly enhancing strength, speed, reflexes and overall senses beyond the normal levels of Total Concentration Breathing. This form is learned third in the order of things, since without the second form, this form carries a great risk of burning one's own body up from the inside out without any way to address internal injuries. Because of this, this style could only be developed and trained by Hinotora once she was confident she had mastered both RCM and ERM, and as such it currently remains the third and final of the Phoenix style's maiden techniques.

✧ Usage of this form creates great heat inside the user's body, keeping them warm in cold environments whilst warding off extreme heat through the way the process of training the technique tempers the body against the opposite extreme. The process of learning the technique includes heat management usage of TCB in order to avoid overheating the body, and it's not uncommon for the user's breath to escape them in steaming exhales. Any damage this form does cause to the user's own body is typically swiftly rectified by the use of the prior two maiden techniques of the Phoenix Style.

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'N i c h i r i n'
'N i c h i r i n'

^{B l a d e W o r k} : Hinotora carries a blade glinting with a fiery orange hue, representing the explosive flames lurking beneath her skin. Unlike most Demon Slayers, she does not wield a traditional katana; instead, she carries a longsword of European shape, bringing to mind images of armored knights astride gallant steeds. A bold design emblematic of flames in a spiral of gold and orange runs down the center of the blade as well.

Yushiro Concealment Talisman: A standard-issue talisman used to cloak the presence of her sword and other demon slaying equipment while not in combat, allowing her to always be armed even in public without drawing suspicion.

Medical Supplies: Carries a small pouch of utilities for treating harm, including bandages, stitches, medical tape, painkillers and some other odds and ends. In the case of a situation where she has time to prepare for immense trauma level injuries, she can requisition an ambulance from a Butterfly Mansion backed hospital and load it with more heavy-duty equipment.

Kasugai Crow: Hinotora's assigned crow is a female that displays a more eloquent grasp of speech than the average talking corvid and who has grown quite the ego in part because of that, taking pride in displaying abnormal skills. Professional and smugly composed in most cases, she is a bird that has been referred to as "cat-like" in the past. Hinotora trained her to deliver messages quietly, rather than bellowing announcements to all and sundry in the area.

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^{U n i q u e T r a i t s} :
✧ Sweet Tooth: Really likes her sweets. Often can be seen casually chewing on some form of candy, particularly gum or lollipops.
✧ Biology Major: Hinotora, supplied with the more "modern" education of the 1980's, aggressively pursued knowledge of the human body in the development of the Phoenix Style. Having worked closely with the Butterfly Mansion since the discovery of her Sakasachi blood, she has also done much study on human and demon biology. Her refined sense of her body gives her an upper hand in using Total Concentration Breathing techniques to manipulate her body in unconventional ways compared to the average Demon Slayer, and her knowledge of medical techniques, drugs and poisons is extensive enough to make her an able field medic and surgeon.
✧ Indomitable Will: Like many Demon Slayers, Hinotora possesses an ironclad will and spirit, refusing to give up and remaining lucid and focused even when under immense pressure and pain. As a result of her harsh training methods along with no small number of brutal demon encounters, she is quite familiar with pain and able to largely ignore it.
✧ Eye For Bullshit: Due to being raised in an environment filled with people that (in her words) "masked contempt as righteousness", she has a rather finely honed sense for when she is being deceived or misled. Though by no means does this imply she is a mind-reader or any such nonsense, it does mean she is very difficult to put up fronts around. "Masks" rarely go unnoticed, and once her suspicion is aroused, the possibility of her determining what is hidden becomes much higher.
✧ The only reason Hinotora doesn't have tattoos is that the development of Phoenix Form 1 resulted in the "purging of impurities" in her body, including any ink.

✧ Special Trait: "Blessed" (Sakasachi) Blood - As a result of her abnormal heritage, despite by all other accounts being a perfect picture of humanity, Hinotora's blood carries a special property which allows it to digest and assimilate demon genetics, "converting" them into healthy human biomass instead. Because of this, unless she makes a conscious effort to suppress her biology's natural instincts with some form of TCB, Hinotora's blood makes her highly resistant -if not immune- to the process of demon conversion. And conversely, even perhaps far more disconcertingly, it allows her blood to be used as a cure and poison both that is capable of converting demons... back into humans. This extremely rare -if not entirely unheard of- phenomenon has hence been classified as "Sakasachi Blood" by the Butterfly Mansion.

• A medical exam with the Butterfly Mansion revealed a number of other interesting oddities. Hinotora's resting baseline heatbeat-per-minute is 90; this gives her a higher baseline performance as a human, near the peak of what is possible while being healthy. However, it also means that her increased baseline should mean it is even harder for her to awaken a Demon Slayer Mark, as her body must undergo even more comparatively intense conditions to the average human to breach the involuntary activation threshold.
• The anti-demon properties of her blood also happen to make Hinotora incredibly stealthy when placed against their heightened senses. Her blood is near odorless, and she is able to bypass most Blood Demon Art barriers with ease, stealthy to a level of borderline environmental stillness.
• At present, the property of curing demons is relatively recently discovered and largely unexplored and unrefined, leaving it only capable of completely reverting a demon that was changed no longer than 3 days ago. Beyond that point, it is merely a highly potent -though not necessarily deadly- poison, making Hinotora's blood effectively toxic to demons.
• It is unknown what would happen to this trait if Hinotora were to be transformed into a demon. Would it somehow be retained? Would it be inverted? Perhaps the truth will never be known.

^{Relationship Chart} : Jae-eun's thoughts regarding;

^{Tomioka Guen} :
"Oh, Guen-san? She’s really quite something! It must be so freeing to just… say things! Like letting a little bird out of a cage, right? So much sadness, like a river that never stops, but she’s still here, leading everyone. It must be very lonely to have everyone think you're lucky when your heart is so heavy. It's a shame, isn't it? When the things that are supposed to keep us safe are the things that hurt the most." [@Yu Narukami]

^{Tenko Thompson} :
"Tenko-chan is so interesting! It’s like she has a little switch for her heart. Click! Now I'm a Demon Slayer. Click! Now I'm a regular girl who likes cute things. It must be so convenient to be able to just... turn off all the sad and scary parts when you need to fight. She carries a bright fire, but she tries to use it to purify things instead of just burning them. It's so noble! Still, a flame that bright must cast a very big shadow. I hope she doesn't get lost in it when she turns the switch back." @Randomguy

^{Arashi Eizo} :
"Ah, Eizo-kun! It’s like watching two different people in one body, isn't it? One moment, he's a storm, all thunder and sharp edges, and the next, he's as calm as a summer sky. It makes you wonder which one is the real him, but maybe they both are! It must have been nice, to have someone teach you how to live instead of just how to fight. But now that she’s gone… I wonder if he remembers what it feels like to just enjoy life, or if it always feels like he's alive for revenge." @Theyra

^{Uzui Kairi} :
"Kairi-san? She’s a lot like a diamond, don't you think? Very sparkly and impressive on the outside, and everyone wants to be around her. But she has so many different faces, and each one is cut just right for the job. One for the party, one for the fight, one for her little helpers... Losing to Guen-san seems to have taught her that even diamonds can be chipped. Now, she's trying so hard to be perfect and strong, not just for herself, but for her whole clan. It's almost as if being the 'older sister' is the one mask she actually wants to wear." @Digmata

^{Tsugikuni Himari} :
"Himari-san is… loud. In a good way, I suppose. Like a festival firework. She’s bright and cracks with energy, and she wants everyone to look up and see the show. It’s very noble, trying to wash the tarnish from her family's name by being a ‘Robin Hood’ for the city. She wears her brother's dream like his old coat; it might be a little too big for her, but she's determined to grow into it. She tries to peek behind my smile sometimes, asking questions my face has already answered. She thinks if she knocks long enough, someone real will open the door. It’s… cute. It may not seem like it, but I appreciate it. She has a good heart, full of fire and loyalty. A heart like that is a precious, dangerous thing in our line of work. @King Kindred

^Overall :
"It's funny, isn't it? Everyone in the Corps has a little trick for getting by. We’re all like actors in a play where the stage is stained with blood. We're all just trying to find a way to keep from breaking. We build our walls out of ice, or smiles, or clever little tricks. It’s all the same in the end. We're just trying not to let the monsters see how scared we really are."

'Tsugikuni Hikaru'
'Tsugikuni Hikaru'

^{P e r s o n a l i t y} :
A wise tease whose wits often leave pondering meaning, Hikaru is earnest and let his words resonate with his actions & while he can be playful - he's sensitive to the people around him.

^{S h ō w a S t o r y} :
Alongside his siblings, Hikaru is a direct descendant of the Demon King, & Yuichiro through both paternal & maternal lineage. He has defeated 7 Consorts throughout his career & fought Upper Moon 2 to a three-day standstill — with his stamina and injuries, having caught up with him. The husband of Tomioka Guen, and the father of their unborn child, t'was a tragedy of him dying while also not knowing, that the child followed after. Hikaru was said to be superior to Kamado Ryunosuke, he had learned all 16 forms of Moon Breathing, & created the Tsukimi no Kagura.

'Tsukimi no Kagura'
'Tsukimi no Kagura'

Hikaru is as nimble with catlike reflexes, at his prime, he wielded twin tessenblade of bright red nichirin, alongside the red Demon Slayer Mark – glistening with moon pattern in each cheek. According to records, Hikaru moved faster than lightning & could cut buildings into bits and pieces with sheer precision, he's also got the best defense & parry. Hikaru invented the Tsukimi no Kagura,Dance of The Moon God & applied the Kenshibu Method, Fan & Sword.

First Harvest
Mugetsu — Hikaru waves his twin tessen in perfect circular motion, utterly having all attacks against him lulled or redirected back against its caster. The Moon isn't present but a shadow of it, obscuring Hikaru in moonlit mist, this mimics notions of Selfless State & Dead Calm.

Second Harvest
Ugetsu — Hikaru opens his first tessen and rest the second against its tip, allowing him to shoot gigantic crescent moon blade projectiles, that can slice a residential townhouse into bits.

Third Harvest
Suigetsu — Hikaru summons multiple moon orbs, instilling hypnotic illusions, akin to Hinokami's Fake Rainbow but deceiving & hypnotic.

Fourth Harvest
Kagetsu — Hikaru circulates from the first four forms of Moon Breathing, delivering an ablazing moon.

Fifth Harvest
Raigetsu — Hikaru moves in blinding moon speeds, delivering loud mirages to blitz his opponents.

Sixth Harvest
Dogetsu — Hikaru circulates from the fifth to eight forms of Moon Breathing, delivering bloodlust strikes.

Seventh Harvest
Kūgetsu — Hikaru circulates from the ninth to twelfth forms of Moon Breathing, delivering twister moons dragons.

Eighth Harvest
Shingetsu — Hikaru circulates through all Moon Breathing forms, like a dance that sends souls to the underworld.

Tsukimi no Kagura is a simplified version of Moon Breathing, where it uses less muscle power and employs nimbleness.

The user is said to dance for eight days from dusk to midnight, sending evil spirits to the underworld.

Guen
"Only I can understand her heart, no...only a few could. She's a woman of commitment, unwavering."

Himari@King Kindred
"She doesn't know when to give up, sometimes, yielding is the best option to win and show maturity."

Miyuki & Kenzo
"Father & Daughter are about to turn the tides of this war, sadly I won't be around to see it. Let us drink once we're in Heaven!"

Kairi@Digmata
"Continue to be freeform minded than the ones in our City. Tradition is good but it's not the end all, be all."

Jae-Eun@xAlter
"My baby brother...from another mother!"

Tenko@Randomguy
"Shoujo. How do I put it, hmm...I was a baby but I swear, even as I baby, you looked like a certain Flame Hashira that my mother was friends with."

Hinotora@Lewascan2
"Never met her but here I am watching in Heaven, Jae picked a fine successor! So that means she's my grand successor!"

Kōshin@13org
"I value my training in the Daikaku Shrine since I came here to Tokyo!"

Keodis@Arminwraith
"This radioactive rat is still alive? I never know how I died but I have an inkling, he's the end of me."

Ryoshu@TimelessParagon
"I fought you, Upper 2 and Upper 3 all at once. If it wasn't for Kenzo, I could've died."

Xaku@Aku the Samurai
"Never met her."

Muragarasu@Haha
"My business partner, the only Info Broker I trust."

Ryunosuke@JrVader
"I entrust it all to you."

Takaya
"You're a lot more understanding than Haruka."

Haruka
"My older sister and Oyakata of Kyoto, take care of Himari."