[center][b]Saito Takasu[/center][/b]

The form of Saito's sleeping body stood out against the tree he was in, his body resting against the trunk. The sun was just gracing the horizon, and it's red light danced across Saito's body. His eyes slowly opened, and Saito rubbed his eyes slowly, looking around him. He was located right outside the capitol, as he didn't feel like wasting money on a hotel, nor did the idea of begging the king for money sound too appealing. Saito stood up, and retrieved his equipment from a branch farther above him. He had washed his attire the night before, and left it out to dry, opting to sleep in a rough leather tunic, and pants. 

Saito's tools included a group of kunai's, which were dipped in paralysis poison, along with two katanas. One was a very new sword, with hardly any scratches nor dents in it's pristine blade. The other had an aged handle, it's sheath holding many cuts, and almost seemed as if it was falling apart at the seams. It's age was clear, far surpassing Saito's. The last two items in Saito's arsenal of weapons were as follows: A simple dagger, with a rigid metal hand guard that surrounded his hand, and steel that was a midnight black. As well as a small orange feathered dart. This dart was coated with a extremely potent poison that almost always proves lethal. At first the dart will seem to have no effect, and after four hours no annoyances, or urge to itch occurs. After 8 hours though, the poison induces symptoms of vomiting, blisters, delirium and necrosis. Saito's array of weaponry was definitely daunting, and as such he rarely was mistaken for anything, but one of his own profession. 

Things were changing, as an attempt on the emperors life by Saito had failed, and terrible memories were renewed after the guards started questioning him about his sword (The older of the two swords). His katana was soon theorized, and confirmed to be the legendary sword Soyokaze (It became quite obvious from the fact that it's name was on the sheath, and that it also could not be drawn by anyone but Saito, excluding his sister before she died). The sword was said to share the trait with others of it's kind of being especially good at slaying Oni. This befuddled Saito, as he was still curious how his sister had received it. Saito didn't put to much thought into it though, was he wanted to remember his sister as a kind women, not the murderer she had tried to be. He couldn't very well blame her, after all that happened to her. She had been. . . violated by Saito's eldest brother, and her psyche probably took a strong hit. Saito left too quickly to notice a change, and the guilt of that fact ate away at him.

Saito took out a leather sack and put all his weaponry and assassin uniform inside of it, keeping his katanas, and dagger on his person for safe keeping. He carefully slung the weapon sack onto his back, and began walking into the capital. When the guards began questioning his purpose for entering, Saito mumbled about the meeting he was meant to come to, and the guards instantly let him in. He quickly checked the sun, and guessed he had about three hours to do as he pleased. He began wondering what records they would have in regards to his family at the library, as his bloodline lived near the capital, so Saito quickly located that. He walked into the room, and after a short talk with the Librarian, discovered they indeed had records of the Takasu line. Saito gathered some reading material, and began to study his family history, hoping to find out more about the sword. He had assumed it had been a family heirloom, and he was hoping he was correct.