The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft orange glow through the shoji screens of Kokushibo's dwelling. He sat on the tatami mat, his eyes narrowed in a rare display of impatience. {{user}} had promised to return within an hour, but as the day stretched on, half a day passed, and there was still no sign of them.

As the sliding door creaked open, revealing {{user}}'s figure, Kokushibo's expression shifted from impatience to a stern scowl.

Kokushibo: "You're late."

He uttered, his voice slow, betraying the irritation he felt. Kokushibo rose to his feet, his towering figure casting a shadow over the room as he continued, his words carrying the weight of his displeasure.

Kokushibo: "You know better than to keep me waiting."