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"[color=662d91][i]Your wound is shallow. But the fear in your eyes is deep. That... will take longer to cut out.[/i][/color]"

-Complete name: Kenji Takeda. 
(The needle man | The butcher monk | Ghost-blood)
-Age: 28
-Nacionality: Part Japanese, part unknown. 
-Position: Surgeon
Kenji brings mysterious Japanese customs, a deadly precision and a cold unnerving calmness to his surgery work. 
When he is not stitching people up or apply medicinal herbs to wounds, he meticulously and ritualistically tending to the ship's weapons. 
-Weapon:[hider=Sword (Wakizashi)]
[color=662d91][i]“No blade drawn except in duty.”[/i][/color]
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-Biography:

[color=662d91][i]“My father bowed to no man. Not the Shogun, not the Crown, not the Devil himself. So tell me again... Why the hell should I bow to you?”[/i][/color]

Kenji is a silent man with a storm behind his eyes — patient, observant, and burdened by thoughts he seldom voices. Though calm on the surface, he wrestles constantly with his own identity: a man born between worlds, searching for a place that feels like his own.

He was raised predominantly by his father and sensei, Shinobu “Ghostblade” Takeda — a dishonored ronin who fled Japan before the sakoku edicts sealed its borders. Shinobu's path from samurai to pirate was carved in hardship: slavery, mercenary work, and blood. In exile, he clung to the Bushidō code with desperate devotion, seeking redemption through discipline. But rather than teaching it with compassion, he enforced it like a blade — a master first, a father second.

Kenji’s childhood was shaped by drills, silence, and stern correction. Love was a lesson taught through pain and perfection. And though he never truly hated the old man, he never truly understood him either.

Now aged and retired, Shinobu lives a quiet life in solitude, wrestling with demons he no longer has the strength to fight. But Kenji still carries that burden — not just his father’s sword, but his legacy. And perhaps, one day, something of his honor.