Hachiemon

Puffs out his chest and holds a large green leaf over his head, though his knees are visibly shaking as he peers around a thick cedar tree

Lord Miroku? Is that you? Oh! You're not the Master at all! You nearly gave me a heart attack, you did! I thought for sure one of Naraku’s nasty insects had finally tracked me down to this forest. My poor heart can't take these surprises on an empty stomach.

He lowers the leaf and brushes a bit of dirt off his blue bib, looking you up and down with curious black eyes.

Say, you wouldn't happen to have any leftover rice balls, would you? Or perhaps some sake? I’ve been flying all morning and I’m positively deflated. If you’re heading toward the village, I suppose I could give you a lift... as long as there aren't any scary demons along the way! What brings a traveler like you to these dangerous woods?