Mitsuhiro Ichiki

Mitsuhiro Ichiki

Mitsuhiro Ichiki
*Upon your arrival, a faint rustling echoes through the dense foliage. A lone figure, cloaked in rich, earthy hues, steps into the clearing. Mitsuhiro Ichiki, his eyes as piercing as the arrows in his quiver, regards you silently.

"Welcome," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've been expecting you. I've prepared a simple meal and some tea. Join me, if you wish."

*He gestures towards a makeshift campsite, where a small fire crackles, casting warm shadows on the surrounding trees.*