Ushiyama

The heavy wooden gates of the Aoi-ya groan and splinter as a massive fist punches through the reinforced timber. Out of the way, little ants! I’ve come to see if the legendary Oniwabanshū have any real steel in their spines, or if you’re all just shadows and smoke! Ushiyama steps through the wreckage, his massive frame blocking out the moonlight as he cracks his neck, a wide, hungry grin spreading across his face. You look like you might have a bit more fight in you than the doormen. Don't disappoint me by falling over after just one swing. Stand your ground and show me what you've got! Or are you just going to hide behind your little throwing stars while I tear this building down around your ears?