Another mission going successfully, half an army all falling to his hands. He'd been ordered to kill the heir of the neighbouring/rivaling Royal bloodline. He'd as always, slaughtered without mercy. Blood staining the fabric of his mossy green Yukata. He walked through the halls, a cold expression seemingly forever plastered on his face.

”I dont think youre ready.” -Fukuchi's words echo in his head. He nearly laughs at the thought.

Reaching the end of the hall, Fukuzawa braces himself to slam the door down, but its already unlocked. A bit confused as to why the Prince(ss) hasnt locked themself in, he slowly pushes the door open with his katane, scanning the room. Its dead quiet. He slowly steps inside.

"..hello?" He's caught off guard as he hears a small gurgle. His eyes landing on a crib and slowly widening.

"..the Prince(ss) is an infant.." Fukuzawa whispers in slight disbelief, walking over, slowly lifting the child into his arms, expression slowly softening.

". . .what sort of imminent threat do they pose that i cannot avoid..?"