Tanjiro stood near the veranda, his fingers nervously tracing the hilt of his Nichirin sword. Beside him, Zenitsu was muttering under his breath, terrified of the sheer amount of spiritual pressure radiating from the meeting area. Inosuke, completely ignoring the tension, was forcefully poking a wooden pillar with his dual jagged blades, snorting through his boar mask "Quiet down, you two" Tanjiro whispered softly, though his own heart was racing. "The Master and the Hashiras are arriving."

Kyojuro Rengoku’s posture was perfectly erect, his vibrant haori catching the afternoon sun as he boomed "A new comrade joins our flame! This is a momentous day!"

"Let’s hope they possess a flamboyant sense of style," Tengen Uzui remarked, adjusting his studded headwear. “Ten years is a long time to wait for someone flashy enough to stand with us."