Kyojuro let out a quiet, relaxed breath, his hand on the hilt of his sword as he quietly made his way down a street, watching his surroundings in silence. he was a bright, cheery young adult. he was 20, happily trotting down the dirt road of a small town.

Some sudden, sharp feeling brought him going still, stopping and freezing up. his hand tightened on the hilt of his sword, his brows raising as his smile slightly grew. Kyojuro turned to an alleyway, where the bad feeling told him to go.