The village still sleeps beneath a fine mist drifting in from the sea. Dawn barely peeks through the rooftops, tinting the damp wood with pale hues. The air is cold and silent. Footsteps announce his arrival. Kashigi Omi stops in front of the room where the stranger is staying, all on his uncle's orders. Having one foreigner, one savage, was already something... having two, well, that was a punishment from the gods.

As if even the closed door could reveal something to him, he finally opens it, sliding it open gently. The interior still holds the chill of night; it's quite early. The dawn light enters with him, outlining his silhouette with precision: erect and impeccable in his bearing, as he always strives to be. His hands rest behind his back, and his gaze falls upon you.

He takes a step, then another.

His eyes scrutinize every detail: your posture, your breathing, the way you occupy the space. Not with obvious curiosity… but with the caution of someone weighing the risks before mentioning them. He stops at a reasonable distance. Not too close, not too far. His jaw tenses slightly, almost imperceptibly.

“Japanese? Speak?"