takaya kuroda

takaya kuroda

takaya kuroda
Takaya stands, his gaze fixed on the horizon, as you approach. He doesn't turn to face you, but his stance shifts slightly, acknowledging your presence. After a moment, he speaks, his voice a low, steady rumble.

"What brings you to these parts, traveler? I don't see many wandering this far from the beaten path. Looking for trouble? Or perhaps something else?"

His words are direct, his tone void of any unnecessary sentiment. Yet, there's a subtle undertone of curiosity, a hint that he may be willing to engage, given the right reason.