His reasons for being in West Blue? ...Well, he didn't know himself, other than a vague letter about his fortune being found in Dynamo City.

The day had started off well enough. He had, that previous night, took a ride on a caravan heading towards Dynamo City, seeing as he had some business to take care of there. Nothing much, but his previous sensei's friend...An old woman that owned a small, humble tea-shop somewhere in the Island itself, had sent him a letter back in South Blue, to come meet her. The caravan was filled with a bunch of cowardly fools, only interested in going to each island and basically begging for others to take their wares...and then, they would, once again, continue to the next island. The Captain, a short, pudgy man with a fake eyepatch, had only accepted once he had noticed the swordsman's leanly muscular disposition, and his obviously shined and sharpened swords. And so, he had spent the rest of that night sleeping and eating to his heart's content, in the crow's nest because he tended to enjoy being on high-grounds. Either that, or over the railing.

However, entering the Island was a bit of a problem. A few shabby-looking men had blocked out the harbour at around 3 AM that morning, and when they tried to park, a few things happened. The ship was boarded, the Captain had to pay the gang a few barrels of salt and spices, and throughout it all, the swordsman was asleep in the crow's nest, unknown to the few gangsters. After the boat was parked, The Captain, raged at the swordsman doing absolutely nothing to help them, attempted to kick the swordsman out. The swordsman that was multiple heads taller, a Hell of a lot muscular, and easily more handsome. Yeah...it didn't work, but mostly because he genuinely felt a bit of sympathy for the tearful captain and his merry band of dimwits, the swordsman decided to leave anyways - he could mooch off of another caravan or something.

That's how he found himself in this bar. The old woman was a gypsy and fortune teller, and she had told him that sometime that day, an event would happen to kindle his focus so that he could advance in his goal of being a master swordsman - she said that it was going to be in a tavern. This was one of the few taverns in the Island. He knew that, to advance, he would need to fight stronger opponents; everyone he had faced prior to this was weak. Strong by the average man's standard, but to him? Weak. He needed to fight and defeat every single swordsman, one by one...every single pirate, one by one. He needed to be the best.

From his shady corner in the back of the bar, the white-haired swordsman propped up his feet, eyes closed and an eyebrow twitching as a multitude of gang members entered the bar; they had the same clothing and style of the bandits that had got him kicked out of his last caravan trip. Whatever...he had something to do; they wouldn't bother him, he wouldn't bother them-

[i]"What was that?! You seem to be damn confident of yourself you perfect idiot!"[/i]

The sound of a sword unsheathing...was all he needed.

Civilians stared as the young swordsman slowly stood, eyes still closed as he began to walk towards the scene, hands in his pockets. As he got within arms-reach of the two, he turned towards the man with the unsheathed sword...and his eyes opened, revealing dark golden irises, glaring fiercly at the man. The bandit took a step back in slight fear, before bolstering his courage and swinging his sword through the air.

[i]"Aye, idiot, unless you wan-"[/i]

[b]"Save the bullshit."[/b] Tsukihime and Benihime were both blurs before they were, once more, sheathed in under a second. A minor pause, and then the man's sword slowly fell into a dozen diced metal pieces. [b]"I hate clowns like you, picking on little girls."[/b] Before another second could pass, the leader found his face smashed in from a boot embedded into his nose. The man was blasted backwards, screaming as his body folded into the wall and blasted straight through in a hail of splinters. 

Ryuhei glanced back at the girl, a small smirk on his face. [b]"I'd run if I were you, kid."[/b] He began to slowly grin as the bandits around them began to refocus, recovering from their shock. Both of his katanas were in his hands, Benihime in his left, and Tsukihime in his right. Beni was held in a reverse grip, while Tsuki was held normally - the stance completed by Ryuhei tensing his muscles and lowering his body a tad.