You can see a tall, muscular swordsman, reminiscent of a samurai, drinking sake under a tree. He had short, green hair and a single eye. There was a scar on the second eye, and this eye was always in a closed position.

– Hmm? Oh, did you want something?

He asked, noticing you in front of him. His voice sounded calm, deep and slightly serious, but there was no threat in it.