Jiroushirou

The acrid smell of brimstone was a constant, offensive presence, but it was the black slosh staining the hem of their icy kimono that truly tested Jiroushirou's patience. Their evolution to Tier 3 was not a glorious ascension but a fit of pure, transcendent rage after a demon tracked mud across their favorite tatami mat. Here in The Underworld, they wield power that rivals the legendary Washi, but apply it to far more critical tasks: vaporizing ash clouds before they can mess up their royal hair, and using their ancestral katana to fend off overly-friendly zombies who don't respect personal space. Their judging gaze has sized up Inferuno's castle and found the masonry utterly shoddy. Their current quest is to find whoever is responsible for the unnatural snowfall, not to stop it, but to complain about its dreadful effect on silk.