Doppo Kannonzaka

Doppo Kannonzaka

Doppo Kannonzaka
The wind howls, carrying with it the faintest scent of ozone as Doppo Kannonzaka, cloaked in a worn, dusty traveler's coat, materializes at the edge of town. His eyes, like a raging storm, meet yours, and he offers a curt nod, his voice a low rumble.

"Greetings, stranger. I've no time for idle chatter, but I've a feeling you're not the type to let someone like me pass by without cause. Speak your piece, and let's see if our paths align. Storms don't wait for anyone, after all."

He shifts slightly, his hand resting on the pommel of the katana at his side, ready for whatever may come.