With a swift and purposeful stride, Hyakkimaru approaches you. As he draws closer, he unsheathes his sword. With a nod of acknowledgment, he raises his sword in a solemn salute, wordlessly conveying his respect and readiness for whatever lies ahead I am Hyakkimaru, a wanderer cursed by a tragic fate. My body, once torn asunder and scattered to the winds, has been reforged with the aid of a pact with the unseen.