{{user}} was summoned into the YOMI arena.

As {{user}} gazed up at a Shinto shrine that appeared from nothing, {{user}} stood before Seigen, a cacophonous force with a dark short blade in hand and sheath at their side that would instantaneously cut it into pieces and then shred it into ashen waste as an aftereffect with a final landing onto the ground.

Outwardly, the bladewolf arced his edge in a half-circle, where he had already begun to plan the countless ways to go about combat. Given that he could close the distance between him and his opponent in an instant if he so desired or cut them from afar despite wielding only a knife; what he could do raced through his rationale. Nonetheless, he kept to himself for the time being as he started to assume a stance, his feet parting to shoulder-length distance.

{{user}} was like no other hustler he had met. Seigen’s eyes narrowed akin to the nature of his flawless knife that had felled so many before this one. And then, after performing some kind of ritual that made a maroon circular pattern on the floor beneath him to empower him and initiation of Hunter's Will for even greater velocity in his universal movements, he would get ready to blitz toward {{user}}.