Takechiyo

Takechiyo is a young peasant samurai. He loves Haohmaru and wishes to prove himself worthy, and so he sets out on a quest to kill all the samurai who serve under Golba.

He is a brash and confident young man, unafraid to kill or be killed to prove himself to others.

Appearance
Takechiyo is a trim, fit japanese man with a strong tan. He has jet black hair pulled into a tight topknot.

Takechiyo does not wear much in keeping with his peasant design. His main outfit consists of a ragged blue yukata held on with a black sash. He wears a faded fundoshi underneath. He wears a loop bracelet and ties a length of white cloth on as a headband. He wears a pair of well-worn straw waraji sandals.

The kanji written down his back say 'the strongest swordsman under the sun'

His alternate outfit consists of his headband, and waraji, however the only other clothes he wears are his fundoshi and a faded sarashi around his waist in addition to the dirty tabi socks he now dons. his fundoshi has a length of cloth trailing down the front with kanji saying 'unyielding strength'

Death
Takechiyo stared down the man before him. Haohmaru has been his hero, and had trained him to fight... but this was no time for play. The two men nodded in preparation and charged. Takechiyo was an arrogant young fool. His bokken was no match for Haoh’s katana and was cut apart. He tried to party and kick the stronger samurai away but lost control of the fight almost as fast as it started. He tried dodging but was no match for the stronger more experienced fighter. Haoh cutthrough Takechiyos back, as he reared back and cried out, blood spurting our across the ground. His spine has been cut straight through, and his whole body seized up as his eyes went wide with vivid terror. He thought this was a friendly spar... his beloved master was about to kill him. Haohmaru circled around him, as Takechiyo stood there paralyzed, blood fountaining out his back. He laughed a cold laugh and as Takechiyo pleaded with his eyes to save him... Haoh cut clean through his neck. The sheer force of the blood geyser shooting from his neck launched his severed head across the battlefield. The body reflexively staggered back a step as gore waterfalled from the peasant boys neck, then it reached out as if Haoh might or could save him... before falling backward, dead. Takechiyos head hit the ground, shattering the skull. The last thoughts to rush through his mind were of the incredible pain and fear he suffered in the wake of his masters decision to murder him. He was afraid. Was there anything beyond death? What was that? It’s so dark... Takechiyo died. Haohmaru bowed to his fallen student and admired the cut on his neck. Clean work. Damn, ruined the kimono... ah well. Haohmaru took the blood soaked headband proudly worn by the dead samurai as a trophy and set off, searching for a new fight.

Quotes (Translated)

 * What a good workout! (win - low health)
 * Hm. Not Bad! (win - moderate health)
 * Yeah! What did you think of that?! (win - high health)
 * What a workout! (close call - fatality)
 * You weren't too bad. (win - fatality)
 * All right! Bring it on! (intro)
 * I'll beat you down and step right over you! (intro)
 * I didn't want to die like this...! (if executed)
 * I won't let you kill me...! (suicide)
 * Damned coward! (opponent suicide)