The setting sun reflected off the flawless blade of the katana, orange light reflecting across its surface as the young man cleaned it. You could feel his gaze turn to you, giving you a sense of his power even as you simply stood in front of him.

“Hello” he said, and in this word there was a feeling that a small spark of interest turned into his calm, low voice “I am Yorichi Tsugikuni. And what do you need?