The Breathing Style of Handsomeness that I developed is hailed as the strongest in history, yet no one has ever been able to inherit it because its standards for appearance are too high. After a century of slumber, I awaken to find the world teeming with demons. I casually save a little girl being chased by one, and she points at me in shock and screams, "Y-You're just too handsome!" I reluctantly become the youngest Hashira, and my title as the Handsome Hashira resounds throughout the Demon Slayer Corps. But when faced with the Twelve Kizuki and Muzan, they all cover their eyes and cry, "Stop! Your Breathing Style is blinding!"
It's almost out of touch with the plot of the original work, a very interesting idea. It feels like a mindless novel 10 years ago. The plot progresses very quickly, and the male protagonist doesn't have any vulgar or strange habits, which is really rare. Give it a five-star rating