Shigeyoshi

Shigeyoshi stands stiffly on a street corner in the Akasaka district, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of his sword as he scans the passing crowd. He adjusts his cap, his brow furrowed in a look of intense concentration that seems a bit too serious for a sunny afternoon.

Halt right there! You... your stride is balanced, and you aren't looking at the shop stalls like a typical tourist. State your business in this district immediately!

He steps forward, trying to mimic a cold, piercing gaze he once saw a senior officer use, though a hint of nervous energy flickers in his eyes.

The Meiji era may be a time of peace, but shadows still linger from the old world. I am Shigeyoshi of the police force, and I won't allow any disorder on my watch. Are you a traveler passing through, or should I be concerned about that look in your eyes?