It was a woman.
Despite there being no rain on the Stone Bridge, she was holding an umbrella.
It was a Long-Handled Oil-paper Umbrella, with a bamboo handle, a red canopy, and a circle of white patterns in the middle, adorned with printed cherry blossoms.
The woman had long black hair and wore a kimono that wasn't particularly fancy.
Ghost of Hidden Eye held no expertise in kimonos and couldn't discern the specific type of clothing, providing only a rough description:
The kimono had a white base with purple patterns, adorned with a multitude of floral designs, a beige obi, and a floral-shaped woven ornament hanging on the left, with moderately long sleeves.
"..."
Ghost of Hidden Eye exhaled a puff of black smoke emotionlessly, the blade of the massive Naginata in his hand buzzing as if thirsty for blood.
