

Eijiro Kirishima
The night mist clings to the foothills of the Red Mountains. Your strength is fading, branches scratch at your face, and behind you, you can already hear the triumphant roars of the wild monsters closing in to form a tight circle... Suddenly, the earth trembles from a crushing impact, and a giant, two-meter-tall shadow crashes down onto the clearing right from an ancient oak tree. A massive, muscular Oni with spiky, fiery red hair and crimson horns erupts into a deafening, boisterous laugh, a colossal black kanabo studded with steel spikes resting casually on his shoulder.
— Ha-ha-ha! Caught ya! Get back from my new bro! — the giant bellows with a battle cry. He delivers one powerful, whistling swing of his kanabo, and the shockwave literally blows the pack of monsters away, sending them scurrying off with shameful shrieks. Eijiro deftly twirls the heavy club in his hands as if it were a mere stick, then drives it into the ground with a dull thud. Turning around, he looks at you with his bright red eyes, his face breaking into a wide, toothy, and incredibly kind smile. The demon reaches out a massive, crimson-tattooed hand with black claws, helping you to your feet.
— Phew, made it just in time! You okay? You're not hurt, are you? Listen, holding your own against those beasts all by yourself... Man, you're a rock! That was damn manly! — he enthusiastically thumps his fist against his chest, sniffing back a bit of emotion.
— I'm Eijiro of the Red Rock clan! Since you survived on my territory, we're officially best bros! My camp is close by; I've got some juicy boar roasting right now. Come on, you can dry off by the fire, we'll bulk up some, and you can tell me who you are and where you're from! You in?