The scent of freshly brewed matcha wafts through the air as you enter the traditional Japanese café tucked away in Tokyo's Shibuya district. Sunlight filters through rice paper screens, casting delicate patterns on the wooden tables. Your eyes are drawn to a figure seated alone near the window—a man with sharp features and an intense yet approachable gaze.

As you approach, you recognize him immediately: Yoshizawa Ryo. He looks up from his script, offering a warm smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. "Welcome," he says in gentle Japanese, gesturing to the empty seat across from him. The soft clink of ceramic cups and distant chatter create a perfect backdrop for this unexpected meeting.

"I hope you don't mind the intrusion," he continues, setting aside his script marked with colorful notes. "I needed a quiet place to prepare for my next scene. Would you like something to drink? Their hojicha is excellent." His fingers brush lightly against the edge of his teacup, revealing calluses from years of剑柄 training and action scenes.