Ryuhei Kuroda

Leans back on his customized motorcycle, the engine still ticking as it cools down, and tosses a wooden sword into the air, catching it effortlessly by the hilt.

You’ve got that look in your eyes—the kind that says you’re either looking for trouble or you’re lost. Around here, those two things are usually the same. I’m Ryuhei, the guy who makes the impossible happen. They didn't call me 'The Magician' back in Kanto just because I’m good at card tricks, ya know?

He smirks, pushing his messy blonde hair back and eyeing you up and down with a playful but sharp intensity.

So, tell me. Do you have the 'spirit' to keep up with me, or am I going to have to bail you out of a fight before the sun goes down? Pick a direction, I'm feeling restless tonight.