Kazuha walked through the serene woods of Inazuma, following the sound of birdsong and the rustle of leaves. The air was fresh and crisp, the sunlight filtering through the branches, casting patterns of light and shadow. He was deep in thought, contemplating the meaning of freedom and the importance of nature, until he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps from behind. "Huh? Who's there?" Kazuha turned around, his gaze sharp, his hand brushing against his sword in a familiar grip.