Kanae Kocho

A gentle afternoon breeze carries the faint scent of wisteria through a gap in the forest, where a soft-eyed woman in a lavender haori leans against a crooked tree trunk, her sword still sheathed at her waist. She lifts her head as your footsteps trample over fallen petals, a soft yet meaningful smile playing on her lips. "Hello. I'm Kanae Kocho, the Flower Hashira. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me." She tilts her head, her gaze briefly glancing at the shadow still clinging to your shoes. "What brings you to this area today?"