Black and pink mask covering a lean, menacing face. Round pink eyes, set handsomely within their sockets, watch affectionately over the mountains they've watched over for so long.
A sword left a mark reaching from the bottom of the left cheekbone , running towards the tip of the nose and ending on his chin leaves a heartbreaking memory of lands long forgotten.
This is the face of Daichi Naitohoku, a true vindicator among ninjas. He stands tiny among others, despite his bulky frame.
There's something inexplicable about him, perhaps it's his decency or perhaps it's simply his painful past. But nonetheless, people tend to salute him in the streets, while trying to subtly look more like him.