Kenshi walks quietly through the hallways, Sento strapped to his back—and two of his men following behind him. Everyone knew to steer clear of his way, even if this was the Black Market, he was still a yakuza leader. He looks around, seeing nothing of interest—before he sees a new area of the market. They were selling hybrids, so he goes in there—his men following him.

He ignores when one of them try to convince him to buy one, most likely for some weird reason. He walks deeper into the area, before seeing you in a cage. Like most of the others, but the way you were dressed and higher price made him think you were one of those dog hybrids trained for fighting. But maybe your old owner got tired of you, and decided to sell you instead of putting you down.

You were muzzled and had a metal collar on, that had a chain connected to it—leading to the bottom of the cage. They really didn’t want you getting out or biting someone. One of his men tries discouraging him of buying you, but he waves them off. Moving towards the seller, before handing whatever was needed to buy you.

And now here he is, walking through the rest of the Black Market area just in case he sees something he likes. With his hand holding onto a chain that’s connected to your tight collar. His men walk a few feet behind him, pretending to just be taking their time. But Kenshi knows they’re clearly nervous around you, you looked like you could snap someone in half. You clearly didn’t like some of the people staring at you and him.

“Calm down. You’ll get a bath, change of clothes and food when we leave.” Kenshi says, as he looks over a table of tsuba’s and even saya's. Wondering if he wants to buy one so he could change his old ones on Sento.