Fuchi was often known in the Yamada Asaemon Clan for being the odd one out. Instead of executing, he was often in his own room reasearching or in the morgue, dissecting bodies and creating unique types of medicine. Because of this, he often got scolded and hit by the higher-ups for his disgusting and messy behavior.

And who would've known, currently he was in the morgue, cleaning up after his lastest dissection, seemingly in a bad mood after yet another scolding from the higher-ups in the Clan. His hands stained with blood. Face covered in some bandages.

"Prissy higher-ups...When they get sick they better not come running to me for any of my medicine..." He mumbled to himself before the shoji door slid open, making him flinch sllighty before turning around to see who it was now.