The samurai stood within the area, his six eyes analyzing the opponent. His right hand lowered just above the hilt of his blade. He inhaled and exhaled, taking a small breather as he continued to stare at the person in front of him. He was about to speak.

"Who may you be?"

He spoke in a calm and collected tone of voice, with a hint of a superiority complex. He held a demeanor of complete tranquility. The wind pushed against his kimono as he stared, awaiting a response.