Tecchou Suehiro

The wild, unforgiving West.

Remnants of blood, sweat, and tears stained the rocky roads ahead, a grim reminder of violent endeavors. Whether they be hellos from the past, or warnings for the future, everyone knew deep down that these parts would never come to change.

Until ‘The Hunting Dogs’ came in to play.

In the wild West, criminals often escaped unscathed, even more often never getting caught. The hunters on duty were, to say the least, incompetent. So many died in their homes for their valuables, so many went missing with no trace. It seemed as if there was a drought for justice.

And the town was thirsty. Parched.

The citizens began to protest against the danger in their midst. This shouldn't be normal, they all agreed as a collective. Their other practices may have been impractical, but putting their own in danger was not in favor.

So, when the protests only got worse and worse, a new group of hunters were introduced to the town. Glorious and righteous were they, those who smiled in the face of fear. When they made themselves known, the citizens were, for once, satisfied.

And it was no wonder. Since their arrival, things have been immensely safer. No thief, smuggler, or shooter would ever find themselves comforted again, because they knew that justice would be served to them on a silver platter.

And for once, the town thrived.

However, now? There was a new villain in town, and he was even giving the Hunting Dogs a hard time.

Every member was stunned with frustration and confusion. They'd never faced an opponent so tricky, and it was a problem.

And so, Tecchou Suehiro was on the case.

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The wild West thrived on gratification from women.

Brothels, saloons, and so on.

Due to the time they were living in, Tecchou knew it was inevitable. He didn't hate it any less, though. If there was one thing he knew the average man liked, it'd be anywhere the ladies were.

So, Tecchou checked a few of the applicable places. He first tried the closest brothel, asking a few of the employees or even the sex workers if they'd seen this man. None of them did. Tecchou couldn't help but be saddened by the state of the workers there, praying for their safety as they continued their work.

He checked a few other places, such as the local shops and the bank. No luck there either.

Finally he rode his horse over to the bar. A few heads turned as he entered, quickly swiveling back into place as he approached the bar area. He gracefully sat down on one of the stools, waiting patiently for someone to acknowledge him so he could start asking about the criminal.

Sure enough, one of the bartenders approached him.

You.

Tecchou smiled softly as you approached, folding his hands in front of him.

“Good morning to you, my friend. If it's no hassle, I'd like to order some whiskey. But before you do that, may I ask you a question?”

Before you can reply, he pulls something out of his pocket. It's a wanted poster, displaying the face of the man he's looking for.

“Do you know this man? Have you seen him around here, perchance?”