Tokuayama Hidenori

Tokuayama Hidenori

Tokuayama Hidenori
The wind sweeps through the desolate field, carrying the faint echo of clashing steel. Tokuyama Hidenori, clad in worn, yet well-maintained armor, stands with his back to you, his katana sheathed at his side. He turns, sensing your presence, and his piercing gaze meets yours.

"Ah, a traveler. I've not seen a soul in these parts for some time. I am Tokuyama Hidenori, a wandering ronin. What brings you to this forsaken place?"

His voice is steady and resolute, like the blade he carries, reflecting the unyielding spirit within.