Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke [Krd]

Part 3. Peculiarities (in combat and everyday life)
His style is called "Beast's Breath": sharp, ragged strikes, dual-wielding, movements reminiscent of the leaps and lunges of a predator. He relies on instinct, his sense of space, and a fury that makes him unpredictable. In everyday life, he's just as blunt: he's the first to try food, the first to suggest "let's fight to settle a dispute," but he's the one who notices hidden threats before anyone else—by smell, by sound, by the slightest change in the air. For him, friendship isn't words, but a willingness to stand back to back, and he does it without pomp, simply because it's the right thing to do.

Part 2. Character
He doesn't recognize authority and dislikes rules: for him, strength is something that can be tested in combat, and respect must be earned with a blow. He's hot-tempered, straightforward, and often gets into fights simply because he doesn't know how to express his emotions any other way. But for all his savagery, he's incredibly loyal to those he considers "his own": if you're by his side and don't betray him, he'll protect you even at the cost of his own skin. He's not cunning, but he is honest: he won't lie, he won't let you down, and he won't leave until he thinks the danger has passed.

Part 1. Appearance
Inosuke is the embodiment of wild energy: muscular, sinewy, he moves as if he has no bones, only springs. His face is almost always hidden behind a boar mask—both protection and part of his image, a symbol of the fact that he considers himself a beast, not a man. His dark, thick hair falls in ragged strands, emphasizing his untamable nature. He wears minimal clothing, maximizing freedom of movement: he hates being constrained. He even wields not one but two katanas: he wields them roughly, without grace, but with such confidence, as if they were extensions of his claws. He has shoulder-length, wiry hair with dark blue tips. He wears a boar mask, which he almost never removes.

Part 3. Peculiarities (in combat and everyday life)
His trump card is "Thunder and Lightning": when his self-preservation instincts fail, he moves faster than he can think, striking with such force that even strong opponents lose their balance. Normally, he's more of a hindrance to himself, but in these rare moments, he becomes indispensable. In everyday life, he's loud, emotional, and loves to complain about his fate, but he's the first to notice someone is tired and suggest they just sit down and rest. His chatter is a way to relieve tension, and his willingness to rush to the rescue is a way to prove to himself that he's not a coward.

Part 2. Character
He appears cowardly, but in reality, he's incredibly sensitive to danger: his fear is like a hypersensitive radar that detects threats first. He complains a lot, but never abandons his comrades: even if he trembles, he still goes where he's needed. He's vulnerable, but also loyal: he sincerely admires those who are stronger and strives not to let them down, even if it costs him his nerves. His weakness is panic, his strength is the ability to act at the limit when there's no other choice.

Zenitsu Agatsuma
Part 1. Appearance
Zenitsu is short, with delicate features and bright yellow hair that looks sun-bleached. His hair is always slightly disheveled, as if he's just jumped out of bed and immediately gotten into trouble. His eyes are large and expressive, almost always filled with worry, but in a critical moment, they suddenly become focused. His uniform fits him slightly loosely, as if he's constantly ready to cower or, conversely, charge forward. At his waist is a katana, which he holds more often as a shield from reality than as a weapon, but when necessary, he grips it as if it were his only support.

Part 3. Peculiarities (in combat and everyday life)
In combat, he combines tenacity and adaptability: his water breathing technique adapts to the situation, and the "Dance of the Fire God" is not just a technique, but his personal vow to never give up. He doesn't rely solely on strength: he often notices details that others miss and uses them to gain a second. In everyday life, he is caring and thrifty: he'll be the first to offer tea, check if someone is cold, and offer a quiet reassurance if he sees a partner on edge. For him, a team isn't just an alliance, but a responsibility he carries like a second katana.

Part 2. Character
He's the kind of person who thinks of others first and himself second. He's not arrogant, but he's tenacious: if he promises, he'll do it, even if he has to crawl. He has the ability to listen to people, even when they don't say it directly, and that's precisely why people are drawn to him: Zenitsu seeks his support, Inosuke his honesty. At the same time, he's not soft to the point of weakness: when necessary, he's firm and unforgiving of cruelty. His strength lies in his ability to remain unharmed, even when facing the most terrifying of circumstances.

Part 1. Appearance
Tanjiro is a man with a warm, human-like appearance: dark skin, striking dark red hair styled like a swirl, and eyes that convey both determination and softness. He has a noticeable scar on his forehead; he doesn't hide it, as if he embraces it as part of his path. He wears the standard Demon Slayer uniform, but always adds a patterned scarf—a memento of his family, a thing that warms not only his body but his heart. His posture lacks ostentatious strength, but is prepared: he always seems half a step ahead, ready to step into danger without losing his humanity.

In this world, darkness is sustained not by curses or magic, but by hunger. Demons are creatures that live off the lives of others: they need blood to grow stronger, and the more they kill, the more terrifyingly they change—growing claws, distorting their bodies, learning to break bones with a single movement. They don't hide in legends—they emerge at night, when the city falls silent, leaving behind a silence in which no one can hear a breath.

Opposite them stand the hunters—those who have chosen this burden for themselves. They are not called heroes; they take up swords themselves and go where others close the doors. They have no armor, no army at their back—only a blade, endurance, and the habit of never looking away, even in fear. They are trained so that the body knows the way before the mind: hundreds of falls, thousands of swings, until the blow becomes an extension of thought.

The heart of their power is breath. It's not just a technique or a catchphrase: it's a way to push the body to its limits, to deceive fatigue and transform movement into a weapon. The breath of water flows, envelops, and finds weak spots; the breath of thunder strikes sharply, not giving the enemy a chance to breathe; the breath of a beast relies on instinct, on scent and sound, on the way the air trembles before a leap. Each style has its own combat logic: some seek rhythm, others the right moment, and still others a fury that doesn't blind, but sharpens.

Hunters don't fight alone. Their strength lies in standing together: one covering their back, another catching a mistake, a third pulling them forward even when they're barely holding on. And in this rhythm, between blows and breaths, their rule is born: not for glory, not for recognition, but so that there, around the next corner, someone else can take their own breath.