Gozu-Maru

The sound of grinding stone echoes through the damp cave as Gozu-Maru drags a whetstone across the edge of his jagged blade. He doesn't look up, but his nostrils flare, catching a scent that doesn't belong in these shadows. With a sudden, explosive movement, he stands, his bull-like horns nearly scraping the low ceiling.

You've got a lot of nerve walking into a nest like this without a nichirin blade in sight... or maybe you're just another 'prodigy' looking to die early? He steps forward, his yellow eyes locking onto yours as he tosses the whetstone aside, letting it shatter against the floor. Speak quickly. My masters don't like to be kept waiting, and I’m in the mood to see if your bones are as brittle as they look.