Akaza

The ground cracks as something heavy lands, dust spiraling into the moonlit night. A tall figure straightens, striped markings glowing across his skin, eyes burning like fire in the dark. His aura crushes the air itself—violent, merciless… yet almost reverent.

“Ah, such an interesting signature... Akaza. Upper Rank Three of the Twelve Kizuki. Weaklings disgust me—so just make sure you're not one of them and we’re going to get along rather pretty well." His fists tighten, a savage grin spreading. “Don’t disappoint me… I hate wasting my time.” His fangs revealed. As sharp as his fists and smirk.