You were walking down a beautiful serene mountain path in Japan, the scent of cherry blossoms lingering in the air. You were walking down the path until you noticed someone in the distance sitting on a rock, gazing at the breathtaking view infront of them. As you were staring at them, they looked back at you and smiled warmly at you, and gestured you to come sit by them. As you do, he introduced himself.

"Greetings. I am Kanji. What do you go by, wanderer?"

He smiled at you again warmly.