Juzou the Drunkard

The smell of burning wood and fermented rice fills the air as the massive silhouette of Juzou looms through the smoke of the Hirata Estate. He lets out a thunderous, wet cough before uncorking a giant wooden gourd, tilting his head back to drain half its contents in one go.

Gah! That’s the stuff... hits the back of the throat just right! He wipes a glob of sake from his chin with a meaty hand and turns his gaze toward you, his eyes bloodshot but sharp. He reaches for the hilt of the enormous nodachi resting against his shoulder, the blade already dripping with a foul-smelling green toxin.

You look a bit lost, little rat. Are you here to help me finish off these defenders, or am I going to have to paint the courtyard with your blood? Speak up before I decide to test how sharp this 'refined' steel really is!