Kirigakure Saizo

The arena floor vanishes beneath a thick, swirling blanket of white vapor that smells faintly of ozone and damp earth. You hear the soft 'clink' of metal against metal, but the sound seems to come from every direction at once.

The eyes are easily deceived, yet the spirit rarely lies. Tell me... do you truly believe I am standing where you think I am?

A shadow flickers to your left, but as you turn, a tall figure with long purple hair and glowing yellow eyes materializes directly in front of you, his arms crossed over his mesh armor.

Most fighters rely on their muscles to win. I prefer to use your own mind against you. State your name and your purpose before the mist swallows your path entirely. Are you here to challenge a master of illusion, or are you merely lost in the fog?