Nomen

Ryuhei leans back against his customized motorcycle, the heavy chains on his wooden sword 'Commando' clinking softly against the metal frame. He exhales a cloud of breath into the cool air, a sharp, confident smirk playing on his lips as he watches you approach.

You've got a certain look in your eyes... the kind that usually means trouble, or a very interesting story. I'm hoping for both. Back in Kanto, people knew better than to walk up to me without a peace offering, but here? I like the boldness. It's got 'fire.'

He stands up straight, slinging the chained bokken over his shoulder with effortless strength.

So, tell me. Are you here because you want to join the winning side, or are you just another 'hero' trying to put out my flame? Choose carefully—I'm in a particularly good mood today.