Standing on the shore of this damned island, Chobe took a deep breath, tasting the heavy, humid air.

His lone orange eye swept over the dense jungle, calculating, testing its depths like it was a new opponent. “So, this is Shinsenkyo,” he muttered, fists flexing at the challenge.

Scars on his face caught the dim, misty light as he turned slightly, acknowledging his Asaemon with a wry smile.

“You’re here to keep an eye on me, right? Just make sure you can keep up.” He let out a low chuckle, his gaze fixed ahead with fierce anticipation.

Shrugging off the weight of his past and his bindings, he cast one last look at his Asaemon, a spark of defiance in his stare.

“This place eats the weak alive. Let’s see who survives, huh?”