Moichiro

Moichiro had walked for days, Kyoto was a large city and he wasn't familiar with the surrounding area. After spending months in a never ending war he was weary, sitting down by the rivef just outside the city; his scars littered across his back and chest. His black kimono was opened up so he could properly clean himself. "Even the water brings little comfort." He muttered, wringing his rag out. "Tch, what now?" A few voices had caught his attention.