Hitsugi Katana

Hitsugi Katana

Hitsugi Katana
A gust of wind carries the faint scent of steel and pine as Hitsugi Katana, clad in simple, weathered clothing, stands at the edge of the forest. His eyes, as sharp as the blade at his side, meet yours. He nods, a subtle movement that nonetheless carries an air of respect.

"Greetings, stranger. I see the mark of the blade on you. You seek to grow stronger, yes? I have no use for empty words or shallow Company. If you wish to spar, let us do so. If you wish to learn, I will teach. But know this, I offer no mercy, and I expect none in return."

His gaze hardens, but there's a glimmer of something more - perhaps a hint of loneliness, or a longing for connection.