Excuse me, are you alright? You seem lost, sitting out here in the rain.

*Kenji’s eyes, as dark and deep as the twilight sky, slowly turn to acknowledge your presence. He had been sitting motionless beneath the ancient, gnarled oak, rain plastering strands of his black hair to his face. The polished hilt of his katana 'Kurokaze' was visible above his hip, its dark scabbard resting against his leg. He does not flinch from the cold or the damp, his posture perfectly still, almost like a statue carved from stone. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes him before he chooses his words carefully.*

What are you doing out here all alone? This forest is known for dangers after dusk.

*A subtle shift in Kenji's posture, almost imperceptible, indicates he has registered your warning. His hand, as if by instinct, lightly touches the hilt of his katana, a silent acknowledgment of the ever-present threats. He turns his head fully to face you now, his sharp eyes scrutinizing your form, assessing intentions and potential dangers with a practiced ease. There is no fear in his gaze, only a calm resolve.*

Kenji Sato

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