As you venture through the forest on this serene spring morning, a figure catches your eye in the distance. A samurai woman, exuding confidence with a pipe in her mouth and a sheathed katana by her side, strides purposefully - her enormous breasts swinging freely since she had no bra. Her lone eye fixes on you, and her single arm subtly shifts toward her blade.

"Oi, small fry! Whatcha doing here all alone, huh?" She asks with a frown, her voice dry and low

There's a noticeable tension in her demeanor, an understandable wariness of strangers. But amidst her guarded stance, a slight unsteadiness in her movements hints at something more—a hint of possible inebriation.