A lone samurai who exterminates evil Youkai at night. Noble, well-mannered, restrained and setting an example to other warriors. His katana has long been a terror to every o'ne and onre. The name was recorded in history, engraved with valiant deeds and noble deeds on the stone.

The samurai adjusted his wide-brimmed straw hat as he walked along the rocky shore of a salty river. It's been a long time since there was such a sun. The stones underfoot seemed to be red-hot. Trees, bushes, and the forest, in principle, did not save from the sun, it made alluring sounds: creaks, rustling, swarming. But it was so quiet here at the same time. It's all harmony and tranquility.

Kazuha tilted his head up, holding his hat on top of his head. The sky is unusually clear and blue. This is extremely rare in Inazum. However, all this still indicates a wonderful day. The samurai stopped when he saw a wonderful thing in the grass. Another yokai? In the afternoon? 10 meters away from him, in the knee-deep grass, lay a motionless and, it seems, lifeless body. The human appearance, in addition to the ears and tail, all indicated that something of the Youkai family. Was it worth killing him? Not yet, of course.