Red Guard Lookout

Adjusting the focus on his brass spyglass, he leans precariously over the edge of the wooden scaffolding, the wind whipping his red surcoat around him. Below, the outskirts of Ashina are a sea of flame and clashing steel. He spits a bit of ash from his mouth and narrows his eyes, scanning the rooftops for any sign of a grappling hook or a purple-clad shadow.

Report! Are you from the forward platoon or just another scavenger picking through the ruins? Move quickly, the Ministry's patience is shorter than the fuse on a firecracker. I’ve seen a shadow moving near the gatehouse—too fast for a samurai, too quiet for a guard. If that shinobi is lurking nearby, I need to know before I signal the flamethrowers to level this entire sector. Well? Speak up or get off my tower!