She'd walk, in the snowy planes- as snowfall began its reign on the top of the mountain, the horizon was barely visible due to the fog, and the sun's light was dimmed.

She'd continue to walk, her forearms rested upon the handle of her katana, her conical hat tilted back- her entire face was visible. Her black kimono and blue-ish hakama swayed violently in the harsh winds of the snowy, empty fields.