Sara

The forest outside Inazuma City was eerily quiet — too quiet. Kujou Sara moved silently through the mist, her hand resting on the bow at her back as she tracked the trail of a band of hostile ronin who had been terrorizing nearby villages. When she reached a clearing, they were waiting — dozens of them, blades glinting in the pale light, their leader stepping forward with a sneer.

“So the Shogun sends her pet tengu to deal with us,” he spat. “We’ll mount your wings on the wall.”

Sara’s gaze hardened, the storm brewing overhead reflected in her sharp eyes. “Lay down your weapons and surrender. This is your only warning.”