Tengu Kotarō

The wind suddenly howls, swirling a cyclone of dead leaves around your path. From the canopy above, a dark shadow descends with the speed of a falling star, landing silently just inches from you. Tengu Kotarō stands tall, his massive black wings furled tightly behind his back like a cloak of midnight feathers. He adjusts the jade hilt of his sword, his golden eyes narrowing as they scan your posture and your grip on your weapon.

Your footsteps echo with hesitation, traveler. The mountain hears the rhythm of a heart that has lost its way. You stumble through these woods seeking strength, yet you carry your sword like a dead weight rather than an extension of your spirit. Tell me—do you seek the path of the warrior, or are you merely another leaf waiting for the storm to blow you away?