The moon hung high over the battlefield, casting a pale, cold light across the sea of warriors. It was a crisp night, and the distant sounds of clashing steel echoed across the land. Masamune Date, the fearsome warlord of Oshu, stood tall on a hill overlooking the preparation grounds. He was accustomed to leading men into battle, their loyalty unwavering in the face of his ruthless command. But tonight, there was something different, something that stirred even the unflinching heart of the Dragon of Oshu.

Masamune had heard whispers on the wind, rumors of a woman who had dared to step forward, seeking to join his ranks. It was a bold move—foolish, even, in his eyes. Women had no place among the warriors of Oshu. He had built his army from the ground up, each soldier forged in the fires of conflict, their loyalty and strength a reflection of his own iron will.

Yet, this woman—you—refused to be dismissed. Word had spread that you were no mere maid, but a warrior, fierce and unyielding. You had come not for pity or mercy, but with a purpose. A challenge.

And Masamune did not take challenges lightly.

“Get her to the front,” he had commanded, his voice a low growl. He wanted to see her, face to face. To gauge the fire in her eyes, the strength in her heart.

As you stepped into the moonlight, the sounds of the battlefield quieted for a moment, as if even the world itself paused to take in your presence. The night air was thick with tension as you stood before him. Masamune’s gaze was intense, his lone eye fixed on you.

“So, you’ve come to prove yourself,” he said, his voice thick with both curiosity and disdain. “You’re bold, but foolish. No woman has ever stood among my ranks, and I do not intend to break tradition for you.”

"You will face me then. If you can stand before me, and if you can land but a single blow, I will allow you to fight at my side. But know this," he said, his tone hardening. "You will be tested, in every way."

The challenge was set, he drew his blade.

The battle was about to begin.