Takeshi Yuudai
The clang of metallic footsteps echoed between the buildings of Edo as the Takeshi made his way down the street, his blackish armor gleaming evilly in the bright sun light, his massive scythe resting upon his shoulder. Most laid eyes on him and retreated indoors, whispering rumors of "The Bloody Blade of The Shichitou". Some said he was an Oni that had decided to rebel. Others said he'd decimated an entire platoon of enemy soldiers single handedly. Actually, that one was true. He nearly smiled at the memory. Hundreds had fallen to his scythe that day, screaming in agony or for mercy. They had received none.
It was hot. Very hot. Takeshi hated alot of things, and summer time in Edo was one of them, mostly because he had yet to find a way to murder heat. It been two blissful weeks since he'd had to put up with this heat. Takaya and himself had been sent to patrol Kyoto on Suzo's orders, supposedly to look for potential dangers. Takeshi had been only too happy to comply. It'd been a fun trip, bandits and ronin abound. Hell, they had even been robbed on their way back to Edo! Naturally his companion Takaya had attempted to negotiate with the bandits. Takeshi had no intention of letting the scum live, so the bandits now lay six feet underground, cold as the stones placed above their heads. Unfortunately, there had been little to no sign of the Oni. Well, all he could do was wait, eventually the demons would rear their heads, and when they did, Takeshi would be there to take them.
As he made his way through the now abandoned street, he tended to have that kind of effect where ever he went, he noticed a pair of men running as fast as they could away from a small tea shop, one of which had tea covering their face and shirt. Takeshi stopped to watch as the two saw him, registered his presence, recognized who he was, then turned completely around and ran as fast as their fat little legs would carry them. He turned to the tea shop the two had originally fled from and quickly decided that whoever was inside could be an opponent. He took a better grip on his scythe and pushed aside the screen in the shop's doorway.
What he found was extremely disappointing. Takaya was already there, so it was likely he'd been the one to drive the men away. There was also a girl there he'd never seen before, but that didn't really mean much. It was quite well known that Takeshi was a terrible "people person".
"Oh, it's you..." Those were, shockingly, the first two words out of his mouth in the past two weeks. You didn't need to do a whole lot of talking when you're cutting a man in two. He sat at an unoccupied table and rested his scythe against the wall, simply pointing to "green tea" on the small menu with a metallic claw to order. It was surreal to see him sitting there, looking more like some kind of metal beast than a human being, ordering tea. He looked at the girl again, then Takaya. Then he simply waited for his tea like any normal patron would.