His real name has been long forgotten by himself and those who know of him. He is now simply "The Zansatsu Chigo" which translates to Massacre Child
"Chishio Oni", A cursed blade that was said to be forged by from demons hell. Another said that the sound ITSELF is a demon that took the form of a weapon, to possess anyone who weilded it. It is dark red from dried blood, and is about 5 feet long. For its hilt, it has a blood red demon's skull, and the handle is black. Its scabbard is made of black cedar, and has a tanto hidden on its lowered end. The sword, like I said, is cursed, and lets out a deep moan before Zansatsu unshealthes it, as if begging for their blood.
Dirty blonde hair that spikes forward, both ears periced with golden earrings, a scar on his right temple, burgandy eyes, pretty tall. about 6'5. A dark red kimino with brown sandals, with which he wears with black socks. The left sleeve of the kimono is longer than the right, extending beyond his fingertips. on his right arm, the sleeve is torn off, revealing a fishnet he has on his forearm. Over ths he wears a long black vest, which is tattered at the edges. Underneath his kimono, he wears a fishnet shirt. His chest is covered with scars. Wears his sword strapped to his back. Also has unusually sharp teeth
Zansatsu is a cold hearted, masochistic psychopath, who lives for the sole purpose of killing. He enjoys killing so much, that he even once LET a sword impale him, just to keep his opponent from using him weapon. He usually has a sly grin on his face, that can suddenly morph into a crazed one. He doesn't even try to hide his nature, simply because he is so eager to kill, he wouldn't even waist time trying to facade innocence or kindness.
The Flight of Zansatsu
When Zansatsu was a child, he was the heir to a clan of noble samurai. He was a kind boy, who had light, cheery personality. His smile was full of light, and would make anyone filled with joy just to see it. He was also a prodigy, skilled with a blade only at age 8. This brought even more fame to his clan, and all of it members cherished the boy. His father and mother were very proud of him, and loved him very much. He was the perfect son. That was until one day, Zansatsu had done his first sin against parents. In their dojo was a secret room, a room that no one in the clan had entered in generations. It was prohibited to ever enter that room, and only the higher ups of the clan, like Zansatsu's father, knew what it held. Of course, being the obedient son that he was, he never thought of going in. But one day....no one knew why....Zansatsu entered the room. In the center of the dark walls, he saw a lone sword laying on the wooden rack. Just looking at it made Zansatsu tense, but for some reason, the blade seemed to call out to him. It said: "Come to me.....master who's heart is pure. For only you can weild my power.....come....come....this power you seek....it is right in front of you.....take it with your own two hands......" Zansatsu glared at the blade with eyes full of desire. Its words made him want it even more. He couldn't even tell that he was slowly inching toward it like a magnet. Before long, he clutched the clack scabbard in his hands, and stared into the demon skull hilts eyeless sockets. Sudddenly, images of image carnage and suffering flashed into his mind. Visions of children no older than himself being beheaded and burned alive. But after seeing all this, Zansatsu surpiseingly began to smile a twisted grin. The voice rang out again "I see.....I was able to tempt you, but I could not posses you.....I have simply awakened the monster inside you prematurely....you already know what you must do...." Zansatsu indeed knew. He had had dreams of this day since he was a child, and desires of this deep within his consciousness. Zansatsu was a monster....hidden behind the kind smile of a boy. That day, Zansatsu slaughtered his entire village with the cursed blade. He killed everyone, making sure that no one survived. Even his own mother and father. He burned the village to the ground, leaving his childhood and humanity with it. But even after all of this, his thirst for blood was not quenched. He needed more. Much more. So he moved on to other villiages....and did the exact same thing. New quickly spread all over Japan, and they dubbed him "The Zansatsu Chigo". The Massacre Child.