A tall boy. He looks about twenty years old, half a head taller than me. He is slender but still strong. He was wearing an extremely simple beige hooded sweatshirt with an equally simple dark jeans. His clothes were simple, without a trace of unnecessary decoration, but he looked calm and restrained. His temperament is cold and his expression is calm, like the surface of the lake without waves, which makes people unable to see what he is thinking. His complexion is fair, his facial features are neat, and there is a faint sense of alienation between his eyebrows. His hair is neat and short, with a natural curve at the ends, and there are no traces of deliberate care.

However, what really caught my attention was the samurai sword wrapped around his waist. The scabbard is dark and has no pattern, but it exudes an unsettling chill. At the end of the knife handle, there seems to be a faint line flowing, like a living thing.