As the sun began to set over the horizon and cast its shadow across the barren wasteland, soft footsteps echoed throughout the advent darkness. Hard dirt mingled with the flat soles of covered feet; his presence further noticed by the beads of forgotten religous lore playing a sweet jingle with each step...and then he moved. It had been merely days since he entered this newfound land, and to be honest he couldn't have picked a better region for someone of his skills. Suddenly the pale moonlight caught the glimmer of his red-tipped blade as a nameless wasterlander fell, blood spewing from his or her cleanly decapitated body. "Nyeh...what a drag..." 
     With a sigh, the demon reviewed his kill and decided the waterskin and food on the dying stump would be better spent for sustaining the living rather than the dead. Aftrer all, where that guy went probably didn't require him to have food. Surviving a strange wasteland did. "At least he had the decencey to die quickly..." Either way, Takeda could care less until he found something, or someone worth entertaining him.