Nōsei's Inauguration

The mid-morning sun sat dutifully over the collapsed ruins of a once grand temple, as a gentle breeze blew over the broken remains of the carved stone. Stepping through the myriad of rubble a silver-haired swordsman looked around the location that he had been requested to appear, wondering what prompted the sudden invitation from a man he hadn't seen for some time. Despite being intrigued by the proposition he had received the swordsman had yet to be convinced of accepting a position in this organization. Regardless, he had answered the summons, taking a casual stance leaning against what was left of a wall.