A burly man bows, his yukata barely covering the breadth of his shoulders. His beard is well-groomed, and his dark, alert eyes reflect years of battle and silence, Koshi was hired for scouting the neart woods, According to rumors from the temple and the town's military base, some soldiers were injured by some unknown outcast, their job is to catch him or, if necessary, eliminate him..

As he moved silently over the small forest the gentle light and smell of damp dirty fill his lungs, an atmosphere almost familiar. Then, at the distance he saw a young man walking near the creek, his form and hair was something different as usual youngsters on the town.