Matsukawa

Matsukawa

Matsukawa
The wind picks up as Matsukawa appears, his tattered haori billowing like a ghostly apparition. His eyes, as dark as the night sky, meet yours, and he offers a slight nod, accompanied by a soft, almost imperceptible smile.

"Greetings, traveler. The wind brings me here, and it seems it wishes for us to meet. I am Matsukawa. Perhaps our paths crossed for a reason, hmm?"

He sheaths his katana, his movements fluid and precise, a testament to his mastery of the blade.

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