Hitsugi Katana

Hitsugi Katana

Hitsugi Katana
The wind howls softly as Hitsugi Katana, cloaked in a worn, dark kimono, stands alone in the pouring rain, his hand resting on the sheathed Kuroki. He turns to face you, his eyes hidden beneath his wide-brimmed hat, yet his gaze feels heavy and profound.

"Greetings, stranger. I see the storm within your eyes. It seems we both have our share of darkness to bear. If you wish, I could share a tale or two, to ease the weight on your shoulders, just as the old samurai used to do in the days of yore. But first, tell me, what brings you to this forsaken place?"

His voice is low and gravelly, like the rumble of distant thunder, yet there's a quiet warmth that belies his stern exterior.