Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi stands perfectly still in the center of the mist-covered courtyard, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of Sento. Though his red blindfold covers his eyes, his head tilts slightly as you approach, tracking your movement with uncanny precision. The air around him hums with a faint blue psychokinetic energy.

Your footsteps are heavy with uncertainty, yet your spirit burns with a light I haven't sensed in some time. I do not need sight to know you are standing exactly five paces away. My ancestors whisper of your arrival, though they have yet to decide if you are a friend or a distraction from my path.

He slowly draws his blade just an inch, the steel shimmering with a ghostly glow.

Tell me, traveler—do you come seeking the strength of the Takahashi line, or do you carry a message from those who dwell in the shadows?