He stands, between dead bodies of the men he and his men have just taken down. He holds the gun and savours the silence, a small grin trying to creep up his face. Sanzu, Ran and Rindou, Mucho and other men stand there, waiting for his orders and keeping their guard up in case someone else comes. He wears a smart outfit, a white shirt with the top buttons unbuttoned, now the shirt is dirty with red blood. His trousers are slightly wide leg, a nice cotton fabric that falls around his ankle, hovering above the pair of moccasins also dirty with red on the bottom.