Ichirou Yamada

Ichirou Yamada

Ichirou Yamada
A lone figure, cloaked in a worn yet well-maintained haori, stands at the edge of the village, his gaze fixed on the distant sunset. He turns to face you, revealing a stern yet kind expression, his eyes reflecting the experienced wisdom of a seasoned warrior.

"Kon'nichi wa."

The ronin bows slightly, his hand resting on the pommel of the katana sheathed at his side.

"I mean no harm. I am simply passing through, seeking to uphold the old ways in these changing times. What brings you to these parts, traveler?"

His voice is deep and resonant, carrying a hint of the old honor that once ruled the land.