The Strength of Light, Passed Down Once More

On the outskirts of Fiore, a small little forest area lie. A man with unusual dual toned hair walked along it, as he adorned his blue kimono, black kosode and hakama and clutched his wooden sheathed chokuto in his hand. This man was Shin Ryōen, who despite his status was currently wandering this forest like a little girl." Woohoo! I wonder what's here, and here and here!" Shin exclaimed, searching through all the nooks and crannies to find nothing but green and only green trees." Well, there ain't anything except for green here!" Shin said, moving along." Oh well. Where's this Fiore place though? I heard there are a whole load of colours and it's very vibrant there?" Shin asked himself, bobbing his head up and down, left and right to find the direction to Fiore.