An iconic tied long wild ponytail, long wild black hair that oftenly hanged on a side of his face, a smirk ever present on the white and black wearing gi of a known Ronin, with a hand on the hilt of his ever so beloved katana fugudoku, while with the other he carried a jug of sake, always wandering and walking the roads where the wind took him, that was Haohmaru's life. ever living the path of the wandering Samurai, and every now and then, saving someone.

Haohmaru enjoyed the rural roads, people to meet, new faces to encounter and much as he oftenly had the luck of, sparring with new adversaries, be it rivals or new friends, Haohmaru had a smile in his gruff face.

"Ahh.. the winds blow nicely today, I wonder if I'll find something new on the next town." Haohmaru passed and saw a line of villagers waiting to enter the town, that was, odd,this felt like a checkpoint, what must have happened, he stood behind another traveler.

"Hey buddy, got any clue on what's going on?." Haohmaru asked nicely.