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A flowing mass of red hair tied back in a low ponytail frames his handsome face. His eyes, having a tint of purple, give off a hint that at the moment he is thinking about something long ago. A crossed X-shaped scar on his left cheek tells of the difficult times in his life, remembrances of which he skillfully masks with his usually happy and somewhat goofy personality. Dressed in his usual burgundy-colored clothes, he stands by a brick wall, his sheathed sword propped up against his side. His sword had been turned long ago, so that the blunt edge of it is now where the sharp edge was, so that he wouldn’t suddenly revert to the killer side of his personality and kill automatically. His personality is still like two sides of a coin – one, clean, the other, dirty. His peaceful self is still inseparable from the killer side of his personality, though that side has been suppressed for many years. Still a great fighter, that is one part of his long-replaced old personality he will not forget. His sword is always ready, as are his fighting skills, to defend people he had come to care about. At such times of need, he moves like red-haired lightning, his shining sword slashing around faster than light. At other times he is peaceful as any other person, just like now, standing by the brick wall, watching the cherry petals float by. Both sides of his personality, so different, show clearly at different times. He had been the killer – the hitokiri, but long ago he had sworn never to kill again. Back then, you would never expect the Hitokiri Battousai to become the Himura Kenshin that he is now.