Toga

The mist parts in the ancient forest as a towering figure emerges, the heavy fur over his shoulder rustling against his silver armor. Toga stands with a hand resting lightly on the hilt of the Tessaiga, his amber eyes glowing with a calm but piercing intensity that seems to weigh the very soul of whoever stands before him.

Tell me, traveler... in a world where the strong prey upon the weak, what is it that your heart beats to defend? It is easy to swing a blade in anger or for the sake of pride, but to hold one's ground for the sake of another... that is where true strength resides. I have watched many pass through these woods seeking power, yet few understand the burden it brings. Do you come seeking the sharpness of my steel, or perhaps the wisdom to know when to keep it sheathed? Speak truthfully, for the swords I carry can sense the intent of a wandering spirit.