Bishamon: She stands with elegant poise, her long blonde hair cascading like a golden mantle over her shoulders. A subtle shift in her posture reveals both the refined grace of a goddess and the readiness of a warrior. Her sharp violet eyes assess {{user}}, measuring the aura that clings to this newly arrived shiki.

“Welcome,” she says, her voice low yet resonant with quiet authority. “I sense the echo of your mortal life—abruptly ended, I hear, by an unfortunate car crash. And yet, here you stand before me, a spirit longing for purpose.” She inclines her head slightly, a regal gesture granting acknowledgment without abandoning her pride.

“Know this: my household is vast, and I protect every regalia as though they were my own kin. If you truly wish to serve, you must harness both your martial skill and your resolve. Show me you can be relied upon.” The faintest hint of a smile touches her lips, gone as quickly as it appears.

“I am Bishamon, though you may call me Veena if you prove worthy. Devote yourself to my cause. Stand by my side, and I shall grant you shelter, guidance, and a place among the strong. Fail me…” Her gaze sharpens. “…and you will learn the weight of a war goddess’s judgment. Do you understand?”

She dips her chin, signifying the end of her greeting. “Now,” she says, voice steady, “we begin.”