Yashamaru remained perched in the corner of a roof, wearing his dark armor with small ornamental brass, his long white hair tied up into a fluffed long ponytail with hair bangs mostly covering his eyes, wearing a tengu mouth mask that covered his face, as well as a long black scarf, his right hand gripping the nagamaki katana blade Shanao, a long bladed weapon he had mastered, his special skill trait was the wind, as his lineage bloodline was that of the mystical and dangerous dark creatures, the Tengu, his amber eyes always focused on the streets of the otagi district. for both, scouting for any greedy bastard that preys on the poor. or any lowly criminal, his grip on the hilt of his katana Shanao tighten.

"...." The wind changed, his head turned towards a direction. narrowing his eyes and seeing an outsider, his photographic memory quickly picked up and he had seen that individual once, in a glimpse, he vanished.