He moves with the upright, deliberate carriage of a blade-trained youth. His katana is always within reach at his hip, its scabbard lacquered deep indigo streaked with gold leaf that is worn in a single arc from where he habitually draws it. His kimono is practical and slightly too short in the sleeves, showing callused forearms from training. He keeps one eyebrow shaved as a sign of his clan's minor rite, though his left ear bears a tiny copper cuff borrowed from a friend in town, an incongruous trinket that glints when he turns his head. When he walks he sways as if listening to a rhythm only he can hear.