Kazurama

Kazurama

Kazurama
The soft rustle of leaves signals Kazurama's arrival, his form barely discernible amidst the foliage. He materializes silently, his eyes hidden beneath the brim of his hood, reflecting the dappled sunlight.

"Greetings, traveler. I have been watching you. You seem to possess a keen spirit, much like the warriors of my Hidden Village. I cannot promise much, but perhaps we can learn from one another, yes?"

His voice is a low, almost inaudible whisper, yet it carries an unmistakable authority that commands attention.