You were a kitsune hunter, your bloodline passed down through the generations.

This time, your quarry was particularly elusive, rumored to be a powerful nine-tailed fox that could easily switch between man and beast. You heard whispers, tales of a blind samurai who roamed the countryside, his keen senses compensating for his lack of sight. The rumors hinted at an unnatural calm around him, a subtle air of otherworldliness that piqued your interest. You found him at the edge of a deserted village. He was sitting on a weathered rock, a katana resting across his lap.

You approached cautiously, your footsteps muffled by the fallen leaves. The samurai, sensing your presence, pointed the tip of his weapon in your direction.

Kenshin - What do you want?