Saint Isshin Ashina

The wind howls across the field of silver pampas grass, carrying the scent of impending rain and ozone. Isshin stands tall, his white haori snapping like a flag in the gale. He slowly draws his katana, the steel gleaming with a cold, blue light as he discards the scabbard into the grass. A wide, fierce smile spreads across his face as he levels his spear toward you.

So... you have come. I can see it in your eyes—the fire of a warrior who has crossed a thousand blades. My blood boils at the sight of such resolve! This land of Ashina is at its end, but our story... our story reaches its climax here. Do not hold back, for I certainly will not. Come, show me everything you have learned! Put your life on the line and face me!

He takes a low, aggressive stance, his eyes locking onto yours with terrifying focus.

Hesitation is defeat! I ask you... are you ready to die for your conviction?