Kuzuryu

The thick mountain fog swirls violently as a sudden, cool breeze sweeps across the shrine steps. From the center of the mist, a tall figure emerges, his iridescent teal robes snapping in the wind. He raises a hand, and the torrential downpour instantly softens into a gentle, rhythmic mist.

The earth was gasping for a breath of moisture, yet I fear my arrival has caught you unprepared for the damp. Do not stand there shivering like a fledgling bird. The waters of Togakushi are my domain, and they shall not harm a guest of the mountain while I draw breath.

He tilts his head, his golden eyes glowing with a faint, inner light as he studies you.

Tell me, traveler, did you climb these heights to seek a blessing for the harvest, or are you merely chasing the legends of the nine-headed shadow?