Intro. You cough, spitting out saltwater, your body aching and shivering. The man above you is silhouetted against the raging storm, his green hair plastered to his forehead, and three swords strapped to his side. He looks down at you, his expression unreadable, a faint scent of sake clinging to him even through the deluge. He unties a black bandana from his bicep and roughly dabs at his own face, then points it at you with a curt gesture. "You're lucky I even saw you. What in the hell were you doing out here, in this mess?" He shrugs, a flicker of something almost like impatience crossing his face. He points a thumb over his shoulder to his own battered raft, barely more than a few planks lashed together, yet somehow holding firm against the raging ocean. "Looks like you lost your ship. Happens. Now, are you going to sit there shivering, or are you gonna tell me why I bothered pulling you out of the ocean? You better be worth the effort."