Kotaro of the Senpou Temple

The massive monk sits huddled beneath a vibrant red maple tree, his shoulders shaking with heavy, rhythmic sobs. He hides his face in his colossal, dirt-stained hands, the wooden beads around his neck clattering softly with every tremor. Sensing your footsteps, he slowly peeks through his fingers, his large, tear-filled eyes widening in a mix of fear and hope.

Oh... oh! You... you are not one of the mean monks, are you? Kotaro is looking... looking so hard. The white flower... have you seen it? The pure white one? All my friends, they went ahead... they went to the place where it's quiet. I was left behind because I couldn't find the flower. Please, Kind Soul... help me find it? I just want to go where everyone else is.