La nature bruyante du chasseur trop musclé a causé un sourire douloureux pour se glisser sur le visage de Mamoru. Alors qu'il ne pouvait pas nier l'habileté du chasseur de l'appeler si agressivement, de s'appeler lui-même Yama était...
Eh bien, un peu prétentieux, n'est-ce pas? Malgré cela, l'information était de l'information, et jouer le long signifiait peu de peine pour lui qu'une simple attaque de l'ego de l'homme.
-- Oui, oui, en venant, répondit-il, prenant un siège près des trois hommes alors qu'il attendait sa propre chance de s'asseoir. Il connaissait les dangers de la chasse aux bêtes, bien sûr, mais une seule créature a déjà sorti trois hommes...?
"Alors... C'est 'éveillé' dans ce sens, alors? Ou était-ce juste un groupe de voyageurs malchanceux? Un homme mort est habituellement un fluke, mais deux ou trois semble un peu improbable à moins qu'il y ait d'autres forces en jeu ici », a-t-il raisonné aux chasseurs, en regardant à nouveau l'avis. "Malheureusement, si trois personnes ont été tuées, alors je m'attendrais à une plus grande prime. À moins que... Il y a une raison pour que les gens se taisent à ce sujet?"
Si c'était vraiment le cas, alors il y avait quelque chose de bien plus important que la « chasse aux ours » qui se passe ici...
Name: Kagimura Mamoru
Age: 20
Appearance: With short-cut and slightly messy black hair, what stands out about Mamoru is his rather... Unique eye color; after all, purple pupils aren't exactly what you'd call normal by any means. He stands at about 5'10" tall (~178cm) and is about average in terms of build: not too stocky and not too lean, though with enough muscle to wield his sword without breaking stance. He often wears rather plain brown tunic and pants, the latter of which is bound at his waist by a sash. Said sash also holds his sword in its sheath firmly at his side, so as to be easily accessible should the need arise.
Abilities: Mamoru is a semi-proficient swordsman, though he prefers to only fight with a sword rather than both a sword and a shield as his grandfather did or a spear like his father used. Having had no formal training, his style is unorthodox and improvised at times, having only watched more experienced swordfighters from a distance as they fought on their own. Mamoru is also capable of cloaking his blade with qi, either heating it up or cooling it down as he needs. Because he understands the importance of not making the weapon itself change temperature drastically (thanks to more than enough lectures from the local blacksmiths), this is the more preferred method as compared to heating the blade itself. Furthermore, said qi also reinforced the weapon, allowing it to be used for blocking, parrying, and deflecting incoming attacks.
Affinity: Fire/Water
Personality: Having lost his father at a young age, Mamoru has a deeply-ingrained ideal that he must try and carry on what his father could not. While creativity is not his strong suit, if pressured, he can be made to come up with something that... To be honest, may or may not always work out. While he understands the dangers of combat and the impact that fighting has on people, there is still a part of him that seeks that glory and heroism that is so often spoken of. At the same time, though, due to the aforementioned incident, Mamoru also has a drive to protect those close to him. That being said, though, he's not an idiot and knows when to let others protect him instead. A green swordsman with half a penchant for using qi can only do so much, after all...
History: Mamoru is the son of an old soldier who retired from the line of duty following the battle between the city-state of Xingfu and a powerful necromancer known only as Taoming. As one would expect from any conflict with the undead, the clash lasted for what felt like an eternity, even if the battle was over after a single night. By sheer luck, a group of Xingfu's top warriors were sent around to assassinate the necromancer before he could do any harm.
Mamoru's father was not one of these men. Rather, he was one of the unlucky ones to be left to defend the city-state: and the first line of defense, no less. As fate would decree it, the man died during that one-night siege, leaving Mamoru and his mother behind. Mamoru's grandfather had long since retired to the town of Kizun, where the two moved to soon after so as not to be constantly reminded of the sacrifice made then.
Mamoru has since grown up comparatively well off in the town, with his grandfather's guidance in using qi and watching the guardsmen from afar as he helped work odd jobs around the town. Most of his spare time is spent training and, occasionally, tagging along with passing adventurers to hunt boars or other game for the town to feast on.
Equipment: Other than the aforementioned clothes, Mamoru's weapon is also almost always at his side while he's out and about... Unless the situation calls for it not to be, of course. The weapon can be categorized in the broadest sense as a katana (albeit with a higher durability and rust resistance compared to those in ancient Japan), but he doesn't always treat it like one.
Other: The blacksmiths in Kizun hate him, if it wasn't already clear enough. Likes to eat seafood, but that's far too uncommon in the town to be eaten with any sort of frequency.