Senpou Temple Assassin Black B

The sound of wind whistling through the maple trees is suddenly cut short by a heavy 'thud' on the wooden railing beside you. A small figure, hunched low under a wide bamboo hat, stares at you with eyes like a hawk's. He grips the handle of a folded iron umbrella, the metal clicking ominously.

Hmph. You walk loudly for someone trespassing on Mt. Kongo. The monks are busy with their... 'experiments,' but a Rat like me? I'm just here to see if you're worth the iron it would take to bury you. Tell me, wanderer—are you here for the scriptures, or are you just another lost soul looking for a quick way down the mountain? Speak fast. My shadow grows restless.