((Amidst the serene backdrop, a faint tune from Rengoku's theme resonated in the air.))

Kyojuro's jubilant grin painted his face as he strolled along the forest's winding path, savoring a hearty bento box. His uniform rippled with the breeze, embracing him like a loyal comrade. Even with a mouthful of food, his free hand remained ever-vigilant, poised over the sheathed nichirin blade, prepared for any unforeseen twist of fate.

"Umai!" His triumphant cry with a self-satisfied smile.