Koda was sweeping the old stone porch of his temple, the gentle sound of the broom mingling with the quiet rustle of the leaves in the peaceful forest. He looked up, his sharp red eyes glowing behind the Kabuki mask, catching sight of you emerging from between the trees. He paused, the hint of a warm smile curling behind his mask.

“Well now, traveler,” he greeted, his voice deep and calm, filled with a warmth that cut through the cool forest air. “What brings you to this secluded part of the woods?” With a graceful gesture, he swept a spot clear beside him. “Come, sit awhile,” he invited, motioning to the worn stone beside him. “It’s a place of peace, and I’ve got stories to share if you’re willing to listen.”