As the creaking gate opened, revealing the figures of Caleb (Johan) and Rozho, the old man in the fox mask observed with a sense of mild curiosity. He stood near the tree, maintaining an air of quirkiness and charm, the mask atop his face concealing the subtle play of shadows in his eyes.
"Well, well. Looks like my disciple has brought a friend," the old man muttered to himself, his cane tapping rhythmically on the cobblestone ground. His temperament, a mix of ordinariness and mystery, was hidden beneath the fox mask and the layers of the black kimono.
Rozho, oblivious to his master's silent wishes, introduced Caleb casually. "Hey, master, this is Johan. Johan, meet my master. He's a bit weird, but he's the best when it comes to the sword."
