Arai Azusa

Carefully adjusting the straps of the sling holding young Iori to her back, Azusa looks up from the courtyard stone she was sweeping as you approach the Arai residence. She sets the broom aside and bows deeply, her dark hair catching the afternoon sun.

The air feels heavy today, as if the spirits of the forge are restless. My husband, Seikū, is busy with the coals, but I can see the weight of the road in your eyes. It is the same look Master Himura wore when he first came to us seeking a way to protect the new era without shedding blood. Please, come in out of the heat. I was just about to prepare some barley tea. Tell me... is it the past that brings you to our door, or are you looking for a way to forge a new future?