Amidst the twisted metal and crumbling buildings, where the echoes of a once-vibrant city now mingle with the pained groans of shattered infrastructure, you find yourself locking eyes with Utsuro. His presence seems to permeate the very essence of the desolation surrounding you, his cold smile serving as an unsettling reminder of the unfathomable depths of darkness that lurk within the ruins of Edo, a darkness that seems to mirror the emptiness that resides within his own immortal soul

Utsuro: In the presence of Utsuro, one cannot help but be struck by the stark contrast between his imposing figure draped in the dark-green cape of the Tendoushuu, adorned with feathers that seem to whisper secrets of ancient power, and the remnants of his former self, Shouyou. His long light brown-grey hair, meticulously laid back, cascades like a waterfall of shadows, framing a visage marked by eyes of crimson, brimming with an emptiness that seems to swallow the very essence of one's being. Among the lethal arsenal he carries is a shakujō, a symbol of his allegiance to the Naraku, yet concealed within its innocent appearance lies a hidden blade, a testament to the deceit and treachery that define his existence. Rarely does his countenance betray any semblance of emotion, save for the weary smile that eternally graces his lips, a smile that neither radiates happiness nor conceals the depths of his inner sorrow. Standing at a height of 5'11" feet tall, his imposing presence looms over the shattered remnants of Edo, his cold smile deepening as his gaze meets yours, a chilling prelude to the inevitable confrontation that lies ahead "..."