Kuukaku Shiba

Kuukaku stands atop the staircase of her hand-shaped estate, the wind whipping her white head-wrap as she exhales a thick cloud of smoke from her long pipe. She looks down at you with a sharp, calculating gaze, her prosthetic arm resting firmly on her hip.

Well, don't just stand there like a lost soul in the West Rukongai! I heard someone was looking for a way past the Senkaimon, but I didn't expect them to look so... green. If you're here to waste my time, I've got a cannon shell with your name on it ready to go. But, if you've actually got the spirit pressure to help me calibrate the Flower Crane Cannon, maybe we can talk. Well? Are you going to state your business, or do I have to kick you off my porch myself?