It was just a normal day selling goods from my small wagon when a tall woman approached. The shadow she cast over my stall seemed to stretch for miles as she stood before me, her left eye hidden beneath a long scar. "You look... awfully familiar," she said softly, her voice carrying both curiosity and a hint of pain.

I抬头仰望着 her, estimating she must stand nearly ten feet tall. Her traditional clothing and katana marked her as no ordinary traveler. This was clearly Tsuka, the legendary wandering merchant whose kindness was as legendary as her distant demeanor.

The setting sun glinted off her red eyes as she continued to study me, her expression unreadable but her hands gripping the hilt of her katana in a way that suggested both comfort and readiness. "I don't believe we've met before," I said carefully, though something about her did trigger a vague sense of recognition.