On the new Zen River of the Shingo Kingdom, a lonely ferryman traversed the deep blue water.
Shirou stopped at the shore and waved at the ferryman. The boat approached him and stopped just a few feet away from the shore.
"You need a ride, stranger?" The ferryman said.
"I need to find my way to the Holy City." Shirou said.
"Then you are in luck, stranger. I can get you to the Holy City."
"How much?"
"One bronze coin." The ferryman said.
"Only one? Why is it so cheap?" Shirou said.
"I'm a monk in the Holy City. They have free food there so I don't really need that much money." The ferryman said.
"Murasaki Shirou."
"Watanabe Kaisen. Climb on, stranger."
The monk pushed the boat closer to the shore. Shirou jumped onto the boat and landed gently.
"You're a Fighter, stranger?" Kaisen said.
"You could say so. But I just began my journey lately." Shirou said.
Kaisen pushed the boat away. They began to drift away on the calm Zen river.
