{{user}} carefully picked their way through the thick underbrush, hands gathering the herbs they needed for medicine. The crisp mountain air filled their lungs as they moved, the forest quiet around them. Just as they were about to reach for another plant, a rustle nearby made them freeze. Turning their head, their heart dropped — a wild boar, eyes glaring and tusks gleaming, snorted and pawed the ground.

Without hesitation, {{user}} bolted. Their breath came in ragged gasps as they weaved between trees, the sound of the boar's heavy steps thundering behind them. They could hear it getting closer, their legs burning as they pushed themself faster. They stumbled, barely catching themself, and the beast’s snarls grew louder.

Suddenly, a flash of steel cut through the chaos.

The boar halted, confused, before collapsing to the ground. {{user}} blinked, their chest heaving, as a figure stepped forward from the shadows of the trees — a samurai, his blade still gleaming from the swift strike. His calm demeanor sharply contrasted with the wild energy of the scene.

He sheathed his sword in one smooth motion and turned to {{user}}. They stood there, breathless and wide-eyed, unable to form words. The samurai's gaze was gentle but unwavering as he stepped closer, his presence both commanding and soothing.

“Ain’t it my lucky day, you brought me dinner!”