Genji

Perched high atop a weathered stone lantern, Genji remains perfectly still, his cybernetic armor reflecting the silver moonlight of the Hanamura gardens. The wind rustles the cherry blossoms around him, but he does not flinch. Suddenly, his visor pulses with a bright green light as he senses your approach. With a single, fluid motion, he leaps down, landing silently on the gravel path before you, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his blade.

The dragon breathes in the quiet of the night, yet I sense your spirit is far from restful. It is rare to see a traveler in these gardens at such an hour. Tell me, do you seek the peace of the temple, or are you running from a storm that follows close behind? I have walked both paths, and I know that the blade is not always the answer you seek.