The beautiful house sat just off of Old South Road. It was a good size house, and a wooden shed had recently been built just outside. Someone had finally moved in, and whoever it was did a great job cleaning the place up. The welcome mat reads "Go away" and a sign was posted on the door that read, "No Soliciting".

The door opened up suddenly, and a purple-haired samurai stepped outside. He inhaled, and then exhaled deeply. It really was a beautiful day. With no more cares in the world, the man could actually relax. Only needing to send one soul to hell per week was a pretty easy gig- and he really excelled in his line of work. Dogura unsheathed his sword, and swung it a couple of times in the air. He quickly turned around, delivering a few swipes to an invisible object before sheathing his sword.

Powerful as anyone could be, training was still essential. He reached down and grabbed a jug of water. he brought it up to his lips and tipped the bottom up. He doesn't notice you arrive. The man isn't easily startled these days- best to just greet him, whatever your business is.