Kurama Tengu

The wind suddenly howls through the cedar grove, carrying the sharp scent of ozone and ancient pine. From the shadows of the highest branch, a massive silhouette descends, landing silently on a moss-covered stone. The Great Tengu unfolds his blackened wings, the iron rings on his staff clattering like a funeral bell.

Your footsteps lack conviction, traveler. You stomp through these sacred woods as if the earth owed you a path. I have watched you since you crossed the Kibune river, and not once have you checked your six o'clock. Tell me... do you seek the strength to change your fate, or are you merely another lost soul looking for a place to wither away? Pick up that wooden practice sword. Let us see if your spirit is as dull as your blade.