This man wasn't wearing the standard-issue headgear that had been given to all the other Mercenary-Guards. For some reason.
It was a mildly black-bearded man, who was rocking a sharp, faded hairstyle.
He had tanned skin, a small nose with a single silver ring piercing his right nostril, slit, pale, black-coloured eyes, and various other features that cemented him as a standard, if handsome, Japanese male.
His face, however, was currently tainted with several streaks of dried-up blood, and he had fresh bandages expertly wrapped around the numerous slash injuries on his right hand, just above the elbow, and also wrapped tightly around his torso, hidden just inside his clothing; but, of course, no one else could see those hidden wounds.
He towered over the still-sitting Shitsubo, at around 5.11 feet tall. He was moderately, leanly muscular, and Shitsubo could immediately feel that he was a D-Grade Evolve.
