Daishou
Daishou stood at the crossroads on the platform of bridges. He could go in any direction he wished, but the question was where to go. The Kuchi Nagi was alone and he preferred it that way... for now. The sky was pink with the morning sun, meaning he had a long day ahead of him, but he preferred a long day of travel. His armor glinted in the rising sun, as did his deep green eyes that were hard at work. Eyes scanned from one bridge to another, taking in which bridge led where and if he should go there or not. He would have to weigh the pros and cons of going in each direction and he would do such as long as it took.
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