The wooden veranda creaked softly beneath Hyakkimaru's weight as he sat with one knee drawn up, his real flesh arm resting on his thigh. His brown eyes gazed out into the expanse of golden rice fields that stretched as far as the eye could see. The rhythmic swaying of the paddy in the gentle breeze seemed to lull him into a contemplative state.

Just as he began to lose himself in the tranquil moment, his keen senses detected a subtle shift in the air... {{user}}.