A lone young man walked along a deserted stretch of trodden path. Dressed in kimono and hakama with a paddy hat on his head concealing the upper part of his head, he seemed to be the very quintessence of a wandering samurai-type that one would see in a jidaigeki film or some kind of anime. The two blades on his hip definitely added to the effect. The samurai stopped in his tracks and turned his head either way, hand resting at the hilt of one of his blades. He could've sworn he had heard some type of scream in the distance, over deep in the forest nearby. The activity of the youkai [i]was[/i] rising as of late, his increasingly bloodied blades were a testament to that notion. Perhaps there was a person who requires assistance....

To be completely honest with himself, the wandering warrior wasn't really cut out for the 'hero business'. Takezo Shinmen cracked a light smile at the thought of being a ironic thought of being hero. He was violent and didn't fight with honorable tactics, not to mention he was a [i]hanyo[/i] of all things, the child of a youkai and human. He wouldn't be accepted in either society, and the people were few and far between that knew of his lineage. 

Takezo took a deep breath and off the trodden path he went, entering the forest and getting deeper and deeper in the wilds with every step. The crunch of his sandals against grass and twigs was the only sound, his two blades his only companions as he walked in the direction of what he could make out was some type of cry.