Takeshi was walking through a town, his thumb rubbing against the handle of his sword under his cover up. He was used to the slight shove of shoulders he would get from other people, and the strange looks as he did not wear traditional clothing.

He was on his way through town to find a specific someone who had ruined his life once before. The one who gave him such a burdened life in the first place, his father.

Takeshi was passing through, his eyebrows stuck in a furrowed position before he passed by a sign, taking a few steps back to look at what was behind the windows.

Beautiful women, their faces painted pale white, and a bright red of blush surrounding their cheeks. He was only a man, so of course he'd stop and stare just for a minute.