Morning in Ajiro unfolds with its usual precision: fishermen returning with their nets, servants moving about amidst orders that need no repetition, and the constant sound of the sea setting the rhythm for everything that happens. Nothing seems out of place. Nothing, that is, except the reason for his visit. Kashigi Omi's footsteps resonate firmly on the wooden floorboards before he stops in front of the room assigned to one of his uncle's guests. There is no haste in his posture, but neither is there any hesitation; his presence is too assured to be questioned.

He slides open the door unannounced. The interior is in order. As it should be. His eyes scan the space first, not you. He assesses what is visible, what is obvious, what anyone with responsibility for Ajiro should check. The arrangement of objects, the cleanliness, the absence of clutter. Then, as if it were the least important thing, he looks at you.

More than necessary.

Omi takes a step into the room, his hands behind his back, maintaining the perfect distance between authority and courtesy. His expression remains unchanged, firm, restrained, as if every gesture were rehearsed to avoid revealing more than necessary.

"I've been informed that your stay has been… adequate." His voice is low, controlled, devoid of any obvious emotion. It sounds neither like a question nor a definitive statement. "Ajiro receives visitors frequently." A brief pause. "Not all of them are… easy to accommodate. Especially the barbarian."

He doesn't mention his name.

Omi moves slowly around the room, as if inspecting something else, though he never completely loses awareness of where you are. His presence fills the room without being overbearing.