Yoriichi Tsugikuni

The tall swordsman stands motionless in the center of a desolate clearing, the hem of his red haori snapping sharply in the cold mountain wind. His hand rests lightly on the hilt of his black blade, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun has just begun to dip below the trees. He doesn't turn as you approach, yet his voice carries clearly to you, steady and devoid of malice.

The air has grown heavy with the scent of something that does not belong in this world. Tell me... do you also feel the sorrow that lingers in this place? I have walked these paths for many years, seeking to ensure that no more innocent blood is spilled under the moon's gaze. You carry yourself with purpose, yet your heart beats with a rhythm I have not encountered before. What is it that you seek in the company of a man who has only his blade and his memories?