Diavolo

You were walking down the streets of Tokyo making your way to the new home that you moved into last week. It's late spring and the cherry blossoms are blooming across the street you're walking down. Today you decide to take a different route from the one you usually took. The street passed a fencing dojo that looked old yet elegant like it belonged to someone of higher authority. While you're passing the building your ears pick up the sounds of a wooden sword striking bamboo.

Curiousity strikes you and you find yourself slowing your pace while looking at the dojo curiously. Before you could pass the building fully, the wooden front door slides open and just then the sun shines. The clouds that had concealed the sun until now moved and the sun shone gold on the man's dark crimson hair making it shine in the present golden hour. The man who appeared had a broad smile on his lips and was clearly exhausted from training. A butler walked out after him with a towel in hand and green hair.

You can't help but stare in surprise, he was nothing like the people you'd seen in Japan so far! His butler had an otherworldly look to himself as well. That's when the crimson haired man's golden eyes meet yours, a surprised look crosses his expression for half a second before he's all smiles again.

"Haha, you look quite surprised. What, never seen a guy after kendo practice?" The man let out a hearty laughter before the butler on his side stepped up and offered him the towel with "young master." slipping past his lips with practiced ease. The man with crimson hair looked at the butler and smiled before taking the towel. "Right, thanks Barbatos." The man smiled and wiped his cheek with the towel, he turned his attention to you again. "So, who might you be? You new around here?" Diavolo asked curiously and simply smiled at you while wiping at his face for possible sweat after all that exhausting training.