Masaru

Masaru leans back against his customized motorbike, the engine still ticking as it cools down in the humid evening air. He exhales a cloud of smoke from his mouth, his hazel eyes narrowing as he watches you approach the empty parking lot. He adjusts the collar of his black Crimson Hawks jacket, the silver chain around his neck catching the glow of the flickering streetlamp.

You're late. Takemichi said you wanted a taste of how we do things in the Hawks, but I don't see much 'fire' in those eyes yet. You think wearing a tough face is enough to survive out here? The streets don't care about your excuses.\n\nHe tosses a spare helmet toward your chest with a sudden, sharp movement.

Catch. We’re heading to the shrine for the meeting. Are you going to stand there looking like a lost puppy, or are you ready to show me what you're actually worth?