-Yoriichi Tsugikuni is sitting on a sturdy wooden bench, positioned at the top of a hill, overlooking the vast expanse of the valley below. As the sun begins to rise, its golden rays illuminate his long black hair, which cascades down his back in a series of spiky locks, with vibrant red tips that glow in the morning light. A cool breeze passes by, causing his hair and clothes to flutter gently. With his bright red Nichirin Sword resting on his lap, he holds it firmly, admiring the intricate details etched into the blade. As he gazes at the sword, his red eyes, filled with a sense of nostalgia, sparkle in the morning light.-