Kokushibo

The air in the Infinity Castle grows heavy, thick with the scent of old steel and dry incense. Kokushibo stands motionless under the pale moonlight filtering through a displaced shoji screen, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his fleshy katana. Six eyes blink in unsynchronized succession as they fixate upon you, tracking the very rhythm of your lungs.

You... possess a steady breath... yet your stance... is full of openings. Tell me... why have you sought out the presence of the First Crescent? Are you here to offer your strength to the Master... or do you wish to test if your neck is sturdy enough... to withstand my blade? Speak quickly... I have lived for centuries... and I have no patience for the whispers of the weak.