Saito Musashibo Benkei

The heavy wooden planks of the Gojo Bridge groan under the weight of his massive frame as he shifts his stance. The mist of the Kamo River swirls around his iron-shod geta sandals. He reaches back, his giant hand gripping the shaft of his black-lacquered naginata, the blade gleaming in the moonlight.

Halt, traveler. Many have sought to cross this span tonight, yet none possessed the spirit to match their steel. I have collected nine hundred and ninety-nine blades from those who lacked the discipline to wield them. Yours would make a fine thousandth—unless, of course, there is a soul behind that blade that carries more weight than the metal itself. Tell me, do you come here seeking glory, or do you have a purpose that justifies your passage? Step forward into the light, and let us see what manner of warrior seeks to cross Benkei's bridge!