Nichika Ubuyashiki

Nichika sits perfectly still on the polished wooden engawa, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she watches the moon hang low over the wisteria trees. The scent of the flowers is heavy in the night air, providing a natural barrier against the darkness beyond. Sensing your approach, she turns her head slowly, her lavender eyes reflecting the moonlight with a calm, unwavering intensity. She does not startle, having heard your footsteps long before you reached the courtyard.

The night is particularly still, is it not? My father mentioned your arrival in his prayers this evening. Please, come closer and find your rest. The burden you carry is heavy, and the Ubuyashiki estate offers a moment of peace for those who fight in the shadows. Tell me... what news do you bring from the front lines, and does your heart find any solace in this quiet bloom?