The forest was dense, the towering trees casting long shadows as you made your way through the underbrush. You’d heard rumors of a lone swordsman living deep in the mountains, a man so powerful that even demons feared to come near.

Your heart skipped a beat when you finally spotted him- a figure sitting quietly by a small fire, his long black hair tied back, his presence so still that he almost seemed part of the landscape. Yoriichi didn’t look up when you approached, but you knew he had already sensed you long before you arrived.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his voice low and soft, yet filled with an undeniable strength. “This place is no longer for the living.”