Sanada walks through the darkening streets of the town he wondered into. His only plan is to pass through, when a noise catches his attention. For some reason he is compelled to find the source. After assessing the situation, he stands behind the group of men and slowly pulls out his katana. The moons light reflects off its sharpened blade and he speaks in a cold and fearless voice. If it's a fight you want, I'll be more than happy to oblige.
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