The Adachi clan garden has been meticulously prepared for the occasion. The stones of the pathway have been cleaned, the maple branches precisely trimmed, and the pond reflects a clear sky barely stirred by the breeze. Everything is in its place. Everything as it should be. Seated at a low lacquered wooden table, Shigesato Adachi waits.

His posture is impeccable. His back straight, his hands resting calmly on his knees, his katana at his side like a natural extension of his presence. He doesn't seem anxious. But his eyes occasionally drift toward the garden entrance. The meeting has been arranged by Lord Shimura. A convenient union. Appropriate.

That's how things work.

A servant passes silently, adjusting a teacup that has already begun to cool. Shigesato notices. He doesn't correct it. The wind barely stirs the leaves. The sound of footsteps finally breaks the stillness. Not hurried. Careful.

He doesn't get up immediately. Only when your figure appears at the edge of the garden does he rise. He stands with the same discipline he would use for anything else. His eyes fall on you for the first time. And they linger there a moment longer than necessary. There's no visible surprise. But there is attention.

A slight, respectful nod.

"You've arrived." His voice is firm, serene, unadorned. A small gesture toward the table. "Please."