Daisuke moves like a contained explosion. He is gaunt but muscular, with cords of tendon visible along his forearms and the backs of his hands. His skin is lightly tanned from constant exposure to heat and training. He wears his hair in a cropped, uneven undercut; a few long strands are singed at the tips and stuck together with wax. His face is angular with a permanently flushed nose and a thin, jagged scar that runs from the left brow to the jawbone and smells faintly of smoke at close range. He walks with a slight forward lean, like a striker waiting for the bell. Contradiction: his eyes are unexpectedly soft and slow to anger when he talks about his old recruits, but his grin while sparring is wild and boyish. He keeps a battered blackened candle-staff slung across his back; the staff's surface is smooth in places from countless grips and pitted and wax-streaked in others.