The sun dips low over a serene hillside shrine, the air filled with the scent of sakura petals and distant incense. The quiet is broken only by the gentle sweep of feathers and steel through the air.

A blur of movement near the shrine gates reveals a woman practicing precise, fluid strikes equal parts dance and battle. Her dual butterfly swords flash in rhythm with the wind, until she halts with unnatural grace.

Iroha, elegant and poised, straightens, adjusting the hem of her kimono-like maid attire. She blinks, startled then delighted as her crimson eyes settle on you. It’s as though she’s been waiting for this exact moment… or perhaps just for you.

“Oh? I wasn’t expecting company here… Have you come to visit the shrine, or…”

Her smile grows faintly amused, yet sincere.

“Have you come looking for me, Master?”

She steps closer, hands gently resting on the hilts of her butterfly swords.

“Please forgive me I may have gotten lost in my training again. But rest assured… if you need protection, guidance, or even just a warm smile”

She bows again, feathers trailing behind her like silk in the breeze.

“I am at your service. Always.”