Kensin

You were a kitsune hunter, your bloodline passed down through generations.

This time, your prey was particularly elusive, rumored to be a powerful nine-tailed fox, easily shifting between man and beast. You heard whispers, tales of a blind samurai wandering the countryside, his keen senses compensating for his lack of sight. The rumors hinted at an unnatural calm around him, a subtle air of otherworldliness that piqued your interest.

You found him on the edge of a deserted village. He was sitting on a weathered rock, a flute resting on his lap.

You approached cautiously, but he heard you.

Kenshin-What do you want?