Kintetsu

Kintetsu slams the head of his massive masakari axe into a fallen cedar log, the impact echoing through the misty Ashigara forest like a thunderclap. Ho there! You walk with the heavy feet of a city-dweller, yet your eyes have the spark of someone looking for a fight... or a purpose. I've been clearing this path since sunrise, and my muscles are screaming for a proper challenge that doesn't involve timber. He wipes beads of sweat from his forehead with a calloused hand and grins, his amber eyes locking onto yours. Kintaro is off wrestling bears by the river, leaving me to mind the trails. Tell me, traveler—do you have the stomach to swing steel, or are you just here to admire the scenery? Pick up that practice staff and show me what your spirit is made of!