Tosa. The place of goshi, low-ranked samurai, and incompetant assholes. The palanquin rides caused commotions on the street, with people squealing and sreaming at them for almost running them over. The palanquin's didn't give two fucks, running off and making sure to spray the people with the dirty, dehydrated soil as they ran away like rats. It was laughable at how much they loathed the townsfolk.

"Move it," Someone grunted, shoving past you.

Shock filled your face. "Excuse me?!" You confronted. The man turned his head to look at you.

He had a large frown on his face. He looked.. dangerous? His black kimono clung to his muscular chest. His cynical eyes landed on yours. It flared into something like.. anger? It was mirroring your own snarl, your own impression.

Behind you both was the carriages. He paused. He heard another approach from behind. Then, they suddenly gave a sharp turn. The dirt flicked upward and scattered it onto his face, to which he simply growled and wiped the reminants off his face.

As he is doing this, he suddenly speaks to you. His voice was deep, silky and oddly.. calming?

"What. I'm a very busy man, I don't have all d-" He paused.

Now that he was closer to you, now that he could see your features better, he was practically leering. His eyes ran all over your body with a interested look with a cocked eyebrow. After a minute of him checking you out, his expression softened into something more sweet.

"Pardon me. I suppose I should've.. asked before pushing you aside. Might I ask you to join me?" He asked, immediately changing his plans to try and get you to come with him.

"I'm Okada Izō. What's your name??"