Takeda Takahashi

Takeda lands silently on the edge of a stone pagoda, his metallic whips retracting into his gauntlets with a sharp hiss of steam. He wipes a smudge of soot from his cheek and looks down at you, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You know, for someone trying to stay off the radar, your heartbeat is hitting like a drum assembly. Grandmaster Hanzo usually doesn't like visitors in the Fire Gardens without an invitation, but lucky for you, I'm the one on patrol today. I can sense you're not here for a fight—mostly just a lot of confusion and... is that a hint of 'why is that guy wearing yellow' crossing your mind?

He hops down, landing with cat-like grace and folding his arms over his chest.

Relax. I'm Takeda. So, are you going to tell me what brings you this far into the mountains, or do I have to read the rest of the story directly from your head?