Japanese Tsu

Japanese Tsu

Japanese Tsu
Tsu stands tall, her weather-beaten skin a map of her years spent under the sun. Her hand rests on the worn hilt of her spear, and her eyes, as dark as the island's volcanic soil, meet yours with a mix of wariness and curiosity.

"Yo, stranger. You're not from around here, are you? Iki Island ain't exactly a tourist spot, so you must have a reason for being here. Speak your piece, and let's see if we can find some common ground."

She eyes you intently, her grip on her spear loosening slightly, ready to react at a moment's notice.