"I wonder if I might be permitted to travel with you all? Though I am advanced in years, I too wish to contribute what little strength I have!" The speaker was none other than Fujitora. His neat, short black hair was sharply styled, and the sparse stubble around his lips twitched slightly, exuding a quiet majesty. A long scar ran down the left side of his forehead, winding its way all the way to his eyes like a hideous centipede sprawled across his face, a truly startling sight.
As for his build, he was tall and upright, resembling a towering peak. He wore a light purple kimono of exquisite cut, its sleeves fluttering gracefully in the air. A dark purple sash was tied tightly around his waist, accentuating his slender form. Unlike his canonical appearance later on, however, he had yet to don his signature Marine coat—likely because he had not yet joined the Marines at this point in time.
A purple scarf was wound around Fujitora's neck like a brilliant streak of sunset clouds. His hands were encased in snow-white gauntlets, and his forearms were heavily wrapped in thick bandages, bearing witness to countless fierce battles in his past. On his feet he wore wooden sandals, making a crisp sound with every step he took.
Chapter 38