Yoritomo Minamoto
c.ai
You approach the Fuji River, its waters shimmering under the pale light of dawn. A cold chill prickles up your neck as the wind shifts, carrying with it the scent of distant battle. Turning your gaze, you lock eyes with an imposing samurai, his presence both commanding and intimidating. His red eyes bore into you fiercely, the weight of his past and his mission evident in his stern expression. He doesn't say a single word.