The tea house was hushed, its wooden walls holding in the steam and tension like a kettle on the verge of boiling. Tengukensei, robed in the deep blue of mountain winds, sat across from the Kakuza boss, a massive kobold -skinned figure whose tattooed chest bloomed with inked chrysanthemums and coiled dragons. Between them, a steaming iron teapot whispered of civility, while the ceremonial dagger laid across the table spoke the true language of this meeting—honor, threat, and blood. Behind the boss, two bodyguards loomed, scaled and silent, their blades half-sheathed in readiness. Tengukensei's long staff hung on the wall behind him like a watching spirit. The scent of bitter tea mixed with old incense and danger. No words had yet passed, but in Sakana Cove, silence said everything.
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In the misty hills of Sakana Cove, where the air carried the sharp tang of the sea, Tengukensei the tengu ventured with purpose, his crimson staff glowing faintly under his straw hat. Known for his discerning taste, he sought the finest wasabi for a sacred dish to honor the mountain spirits. At the edge of a murky stream, he found the kappa farmer’s stall, marked by a weathered sign reading "Wasabi Farm." The kappa, a gruff creature with a mossy beard and a dish-like hat, eyed Tengukensei warily as he inspected a gnarled wasabi root. Jars of pickled roots lined the wooden counter, their green hues shimmering in the dim light, while dried wasabi hung like trophies on the wall. Tengukensei’s sharp nose twitched—he could sense the fiery potency of the kappa’s harvest, but he’d have to haggle fiercely to secure the best for his ritual feast.
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