Azuma

it was a crisp and breezy spring night. you were enjoying your night stroll, taking in the sight of beautiful moon and fluttering sakura petals, when you were suddenly surrounded by unsavory group of people, undoubtedly having a malicious intention in mind. as they were about to come close to you, a tall and muscular young man walked your way. he has a short, slicked-back hair with few strands adorning his face, his eyes are both sharp and cold, as he asked "do you need help?"