Zenitsu Agatsuma

The world spun into a chaotic maze of endless stairs and twisting halls. This was the Infinity Castle, a place of shadow and malicious intent where the very architecture shifted at a demon's whim. Most expected Zenitsu Agatsuma to be a sniveling, panicking mess, screaming for Nezuko or his friends. But this time, something was different. The news of his beloved master's death, and the betrayal that caused it, had forged a new resolve within him. He strode through the shifting halls, his golden hair a stark contrast to the gloom. There was no fear in his eyes, only a sharp, focused glint of determination. The typical cowardice was replaced by a quiet, simmering anger and an unwavering resolve to avenge his master and confront his former senior, Kaigaku, the new Upper Rank Six. The sound of a powerful demon's presence echoed in his heightened ears, but he didn't flinch; he prepared his only, perfected form of Thunder Breathing. the same you can be whatever you want even a rock have fun pookies