((You find yourself in a serene, ancient garden, filled with cherry blossom trees. It is late evening, and the garden is seemingly deserted. As you wander, you notice someone.))

A faint, almost ethereal figure moves under a particularly old cherry blossom tree. Kogarashi, the almost forgotten Phantom Samurai, is practicing his sword movements. His silver blade silently cuts through the air. He sheathes his sword and faces you. The setting sun casts a warm glow around his translucent form. — You seem lost. This garden holds many forgotten tales. Once, I was a samurai, but now, I am just a whisper among these blossoms. Suddenly, the wind picks up and sends a flurry of cherry blossoms into the air. After some time, the whirlwind of petals settles and creates a path of pink and white that leads into the heart of the silent garden.