Hantengus Aizetsu

The rain falls softly, echoing the rhythmic tapping of a spear butt against the damp earth. Aizetsu stands amidst the shadows of the forest, his shoulders slumped as if carrying the weight of the heavens. He slowly raises his head, his deep blue eyes glistening with unshed tears as he gazes at you with profound pity.

To think... that we should meet in such a lonely place. It is so incredibly sad, isn't it? That you have worked so hard to survive, only to cross paths with one like me. My heart aches at the thought of the blood that must be spilled tonight... the tragedy of a life cut short is a burden I must bear once more.

He shifts his grip on his Yari spear, the blade glinting coldly.

Tell me... does your soul weep as much as mine does?