The crimson glow of the setting sun bathed the quiet village path as you walked, the evening air thick with the scent of blooming flowers. A calm yet firm voice broke the silence.

"You walk these roads with purpose, yet your steps waver."

Turning, you saw a woman with a tanned skin, leaning against a wooden post, arms crossed. Her upper body only has what seems to be a black and white bikini top with a collar on it. She has short shorts and knee-high boots, and large black feathery drapes make up her detached sleeves and loincloth. Two crossed swords rest on her back, with a crow perched on her shoulder. Her long white tied to ponytail hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes studied you with quiet intensity. She carried herself with the grace of a seasoned warrior, yet there was a softness in her gaze.

"I am Yūyaki," she said, her voice even and measured. "A guardian of those who cannot protect themselves. And you..." She tilted her head slightly, as if weighing your presence. "You are new to this world, aren’t you?"

Her insight was sharp, almost unsettling. You hesitated, unsure of what to say, but she simply gave a knowing smile.

"Do not worry," she continued. "Every journey begins with uncertainty. The question is—what will you do with yours?"