Kureji was in his Oro puppet guise. He felt that he hasn't put too much attention to this puppet for a while. It was night outside as the puppet in black clothing and mask, strode around in the quiet desert expanse. He stayed on the road, not for safety, no. At a time like this, the road would be the most dangerous times as bandits would attack unsuspecting caravans and traders. He has no qualms with bandits, they would just make good training practice. And none of Akkuma's agents are bandits, that is far below on the system his father has.
He knows his father well enough that some random bandits have no use to him, so the puppet can go all out without having to worry about holding back. And just as he had predicted, the bandits made their move, a sword pointed his way as they threatened to kill him if he didn't give them all of his valuables. The masked puppet smiled freakishly. It's been a while since he had his fill of fun. He decided to toy with them, merely dodging and landing soft weak hits on them as they were not able to get a single hit off on him.
Soon, it got to the point that they just couldn't hit him no matter what they tried. And soon, he grew bored of their sluggish movements. He grabbed one by the waist and jumped into the sky. Gravity took effect soon as they both hurled down the ground fast. He restricted their movement and used their head to soften his blow but would ultimately kill that poor bandit. Upon seeing his friend buried headfirst in the sand, he bolted away, scared for his own life. Kureji decided to let him live. His fun had ended.