The tengu kind would hide their attractive visages behind ceremonial masks. They would attack by creating powerful gales with their scepters, capable of gouging out large patches of soil. Each one held swiftness enough to elude the human eye, their presence only indicated by the telltale clouds of dust and debris in their wake. Yet the exceptional Tenma Jirobo broke tradition by sparing the puny humans from destruction. His kindness could have been attributed to his equally exceptional enlightenment.