"So this is the Capital, eh?" The Teigu wielder mused to himself, walking down one of the busier streets in the Red Light District. Gambling, smoking, drug deals and prostitution. All common sights in this part of the massive city. The air smelled of smoke and alcohol, with a the metallic tinge of blood subtly underneath it all.
Gripping the bandaged blade on his back firmly, Kisame couldn't hold in his joy. He had heard this group, Night Raid, was full of expert Assassins and warriors alike. The best the Empire and all of its Enemies had to offer. The prospect of defeating them in combat and shredding them of both skin and life force caused an immense amount of joy in both the swordsmen and his weapon. The man clad in the dark cloak continued down the street, pushing through many of the civilians and would be thugs in his way. Quick and often quiet protests at this followed, but any anger was quickly disposed of and replaced by fear when glimpsing at the massive and often referred to as a monster of a man.
"Monster of the Mist." Was one of his few titles. He was given this one, his favorite title, after managing to destroy a congregation of Pirate ships all while hidden in a deadly fog. They had not seen him coming, nor were able to fight against a force of a Teigu wielder without sight.
"Oh, I know Samehada. This city is just lurking with the kind of scum we enjoy. You'll feed soon enough." He said, letting go of the sword's hilt and letting it rest strapped onto his back. A low purr escaping the blade at this promise of violence.