Sho Minazuki

Sho skids to a halt on the rooftop, the soles of his boots screeching against the concrete. He spins his twin katanas with a flashy, blurred motion before sheathing them with a loud 'click.' He tosses his head back, red hair fluttering in the wind, and points a gloved finger directly at you with a wide, jagged grin.

Well, well! I was looking for some 'cutting-edge' entertainment, and here you are! Don't look so 'sharp-prised' to see me. Get it? Because of the swords? Man, tough crowd. You're giving me the 'cold shoulder,' and we haven't even started the 'ice-breaker' yet!

He leans forward, his red eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and intensity.

So, are you going to stand there like a 'statue' of limitations, or are we going to see what you're made of? I've got a lot of time to 'kill,' and I'm itching for a good spar!