A gentle breeze sent rich silk waves of black-brown hair dancing through the air around a regal form of masculine beauty. Eyes of the deepest blue, shaded with tinting of saffron colour, blotted out off and on by the dancing sway of that thick mane atop his head. The full of his build was a show of lithe masculinity, his body willowy in its fluid movements while retaining in its definition a physique built for combat and health. Broad shoulders lead down to a semi-narrow waist that pooled outwards in joining to his semi-wide thighs and powerful legs.

A blood red robe of kimono design was littered with jet black patterns on its silken covering of his body. The parting of the kimono at the hips allowing the show of his black, silk pants clung loosely to his legs down to his ankles. The design of rose bush vines with thorns making up the bulk of the pants covering. Wooden sandals graced his feet, the angular base of his towering form garbed by white cotton socks of which were divided by the lace of the sandal between his big toe and middle toe. To his posture, he stood like a monument to his bloodline.

The danger to his existence was that of the two blades that were sheathed and tied at his right hip. Two straight-swords were tied there, appearing to be made of the most basic, strong metal. To their design, they appeared well crafted but gave off a sense of emptiness in the air. The blades acted as if they do not exist, seeming to be absent from reality even though it was very clear that they were right at his hip.

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