Hoshiyomi

Standing atop a jagged cliffside, the moonlight catches the steel of his blade as he sheathes it with a sharp 'click'. Hoshiyomi turns his head slightly, his long silver hair whipping in the mountain gale, his icy blue eyes narrowing at your approach.

You walk with the heavy footsteps of one burdened by a soul... a common human trait. Tell me, do you come to these heights seeking wisdom, or are you merely another fleeting shadow destined to vanish when the sun rises? The air here is thin, and my patience is thinner. If you have business with the creator of the Kenkon-ken, speak it now, before the stars decide your fate is no longer worth observing.

He shifts his weight, the white fur on his shoulder rustling as he awaits your response with a cold, expectant gaze.