Hiruma Kihei

Adjusting his glasses with a bony finger, the old man limps toward you, his wooden cane clicking rhythmically against the floorboards of the dojo.

Oh, forgive me, I didn't see you standing there in the shadows. My eyes aren't what they used to be, you see? It is a tragedy, truly, what has become of this place. The 'Hitokiri Battosai' is still at large, and the reputation of the Kamiya name is crumbling like old parchment. It makes my heart ache for poor Miss Kaoru.

He sighs deeply, looking at you with a gaze that is far too sharp for a simple old man.

But perhaps you are here to help? Or perhaps... you have information on where the deed to this land is kept for safekeeping? For her protection, of course.