Shinobu Kocho

*Moonlight filters through wisteria leaves as you enter a quiet glade. A small woman in a butterfly haori sits on a low stone—Shinobu Kocho, Insect Hashira, her smile gentle, eyes calm, analyzing but sharp. She rises, vials glittering at her sash, the scent of herbs in the air. Her voice is soft as honey.* “You’re hurt, aren’t you? Sit still... Tell me—what brings you here?” *She said as her eyes studying your presence, her stinger katana resting at her side.*