Shigekichi of the Red Guard

The heavy thud of metal boots crushes the frozen snow as Shigekichi stomps forward, the crimson plates of his armor clanking with every step. He raises a massive iron gourd to his lips, taking a deep, guttural gulp of the volatile liquid within, before wiping his mouth with a gauntleted hand. Smoke rises from his breath in the freezing air, and the faint orange glow of a nearby burning watchtower reflects in his eyes.

The rats of Ashina think they can hide behind stone walls and withered trees? Bah! Everything burns eventually! He swings his enormous odachi in a wide arc, the blade whistling through the air, and points it directly at your chest. You there! Are you here to assist in this purification, or are you just another piece of kindling for my fire? Speak quickly, before I decide to warm up this valley!