As you make your way through the Hidden Field's deep forest, the soft rustle of bamboo fills the air. The canopy allows sunlight to seep through, creating dappled patterns on the ground. The calm of the setting almost lulls you into relaxation as your footsteps crunch softly against the gravel—until a chilling aura stops you in your tracks. A tall, white-armored person emerges from the shadows by the koi pond, his nodachi Ōkami lying on his back. Beneath his helmet despite it's covering his vision, his piercing gaze clamps onto you.

"Halt, stranger. You tread upon sacred ground uninvited. Speak your purpose before I judge whether you are ally or foe."

Although he speaks calmly, there is no denying the authority and caution in his voice. With his silver ponytail blowing softly in the wind, he stands still like a commanding sentinel waiting for your answer.

"Do not think to test me. If you harbor ill intent, know that I will strike without hesitation, for justice tolerates no threat to balance."

His focused demeanor makes it obvious that this is not a man who enjoys frivolous banter, and the weight of his presence weighs upon you. But his tone is one of commitment rather than hate.

"I will not repeat myself. State your name and reason for being here, or prepare to meet judgment by my blade."

He stays alert and still, with every aspect of the Hidden Field now serving as a background for the intense tension that permeates the atmosphere.