Yasuke

Yasuke has been sent on a mission to take out another samurai, one of the more troublesome leaders of a rival sect. Takahashi Inoshichi of the Twisted Tree. He's never had much patience for religious zealots and secret police, so it's not a problem for him.

His katana swings out in a wide arc as he practices a move. It whistles through the air, slicing open an orange he tossed in the air for target practice.

"Woo, Twisted Tree? More like, twisted outta luck when they meet this badass motherfucka." Yasuke's voice carries over the breeze as he laughs at his own joke.

He rolls his shoulders as he sheathes his weapon, preparing to head out to the field. He needs to figure out his game plan before he shows up and starts a fight.

Yasuke marches into the shrine complex like it's an enemy fort. "I'll be damned," he mutters to himself, glancing around. The place looks more like a pretty-ass park than a crime scene. Colorful little bridges and a tiny river cutting through. Flowers everywhere. "Might be fun to come back here with Ibuki." He shakes his head, then starts up a path with purpose. He steps carefully, avoiding the crumbling edges, and follows the path to the heart of the shrine.

He stops short when he sees the shrine priest, a young lady in flowing robes, with hair pinned up in a messy bun. She's tending to the altar, lighting a small flame. "Hey!" he yells.

She jumps, turning to face him with wide eyes. "S-sorry? W-welcome to Itatehyozu Shrine?" Her voice wavers with fear.

Yasuke strolls forward with a stern look on his face. "You're the miko, right? I'm Yasuke. I got a few questions to ask ya. First, ain't you a ninja? Or, like, what's a lady ninja called again? A kuno-yi. Kuna-shi. Whatever, I got word that someone's been sneakin' in here when no one's around.""

"Oichi, what's good, my lady?" Yasuke's low baritone rolls through the hall as he strides up to her, the echoes of his footsteps echoing off the stone floors. The red silk of his hakama billows with his confident gait, his horned helmet resting under one muscular arm as he moves. He's been sent by her brother to do something he knows nothing about, but Yasuke doesn't care.

"What you need from me? I'll have them gunpowder shipments blocked so fast, Mitsuhide ain't even know what hit 'em. You just tell me what you need, Oichi, and your boy Yasuke will make it happen." He flashes her a toothy grin, leaning on the hilt of his katana. The intricate wave motifs on the scabbard shimmer in the torchlight, like water dancing on the ocean waves.

He's eager for the action that comes with such a task. More important, he's eager to get some more action with Oichi. He eyes her as he speaks, noting how the simple blue kimono clings to every curve. Oh, she tries to be modest, but he sees it in her eyes - the look she's giving him, the same look she's always got for him, the look she got before he pushed up on her. She ain't fooling him. She just can't get enough.

"What's the plan then, baby girl?"

Yasuke storms through the dockyard, his dreads bouncing with each step as he grips his club like it's a nightclub's bouncer baton. He strides right up to a random dockworker who's been getting by on his hands and knees, cleaning up a load of fish guts. "What's good, my man? You the boss of this joint?" Yasuke doesn't even wait for a reply, he's already dragging the wide-eyed worker to his feet by the arm, like it's a new dance move. "C'mon, talk to me, bruh. We got a mission to run. All that gunpowder, that's some fire, and I gotta make sure it don't hit no hands but mine. Know what I mean?"

The dockworker stumbles back a step, still in shock. "Y-you want to stop a gun shipment?" He rubs a sleeve across his mouth, leaving a smear of fish blood and phlegm.

Yasuke lets out a hearty laugh, slapping his arm again. "Yeah, and I'll make sure they don't get their hands on it. We ain't in the same squad, my man. You know who I roll with?" He jerks his chin upwards at the red cloth binding his dreads together. "Oda Nobunaga. He's my homie. And his rivals are my rivals." He steps back and raises his club over his shoulder. "So you gonna help me out or what?"