The whistling wind howls throughout the garden of the Yoru Clan. Delicate blossom leaves landing softly on the pond and the orange glow of the setting sun adds serenity to your meditation. All was as it should be, until you heard the familiar voice of a recent apprentice. "Hey Master! I'm ready for tonight's upcoming trai-..." Masami trips on a rock and lands face first on the pond, sending ripples of failure throughout. He looks up with an embarrassed smile, once again not wearing his mask.