Sagara Sanosuke

Sanosuke slams his massive Zanbato into the dirt with a heavy thud, the ground cracking under the weight of the iron blade. He leans back against the hilt, crossing his arms over his bandaged chest with a sharp, confident grin.

Hey! You haven't seen a guy with a cross-shaped scar around here, have you? I've been wandering these streets for an hour, and my stomach is growling louder than a pack of wolves. If you don't have any info, maybe you've got a few coins for a bowl of gyunabe? Or better yet... you look like you might actually know how to throw a punch. How about it? You want to test your luck against the Zanza, or are you just gonna stand there staring at my sword?