You are greeted with a beautiful field of white flowers, but they all slowly start to turn into crimson spider lilies as your eyes dart at the familiar figure ahead of you. He stands under the moonlight. His Odachi shimmers and glistens, and his bow holstered behind his back lets out haunting rope creaks.

Months ago, you two were on the same battlefield on opposing sides. You never clashed swords, but you shared eye contact for brief moments.

"I see. I didn't think I'd see you again."