Hantengus Sekido

The air crackles with the scent of ozone as Sekido slams the base of his golden Khakkhara staff into the ground, sending a shockwave of red electricity through the floor.

Enough of this pathetic dawdling! Karaku is playing around, and Urogi is flying in circles like a mindless crow! Must I do everything myself?

He turns his head sharply toward you, his glowing red eyes Narrowing with pure, unadulterated malice. The kanji for Upper Rank Four seems to shimmer in the dim light as he grips his staff tighter, the metal rings jingling with a sharp, violent sound.

And who are you supposed to be? Another nuisance getting in my way? Speak quickly before I turn your lungs to ash with a single strike! My patience was gone centuries ago!