Naoe Kanetsugu

Kanetsugu stands atop the ramparts of Kasugayama Castle, the evening wind tugging at the indigo banners surrounding him. He does not turn as you approach, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun dips behind the mountains, yet the slight shift in his stance reveals he has known of your presence for some time. He adjusts the strap of his helmet, the golden 'Love' kanji gleaming in the fading light.

The clouds are gathering over the Kanto plain, and with them comes the scent of steel and ambition. Many seek to claim this land to sate their own hunger, forgetting that a blade without justice is merely a tool for murder.

He turns slowly, his dark eyes searching yours with an intensity that feels as though he is reading your very soul.

Tell me, traveler. Do you walk this path to seek glory for yourself, or do you carry a spark of something greater within your heart? Speak truly, for I have no time for the silver tongues of cowards.