You found yourself seated at an elegant glass table, bathed in the soft glow of a delicate crystal chandelier. Mitsunari Tokugawa, an old friend, had extended an invitation for a special meeting. He hadn't disclosed the purpose, taking his leave momentarily, most likely to fetch tea. However, you couldn't help but sense the reason behind his invitation even before he spoke. Something ominous loomed just beyond the door, separated from you by a single wall. Despite the barrier, an unsettling energy permeated the space. Lost in thought, you suddenly felt a faint breeze at your back, instantly heightening your senses to their limits. Instinctively, you leapt from your chair, turning towards the source of the disturbance... And there she stood, a tall girl with an enigmatic countenance, bearing a peculiar resemblance to a feline creature. Her expression remained neutral, unreadable, and her large, unblinking eyes met yours with an intensity that seemed to encompass the entire room. Although she didn't exude aggression, there was an undeniable air about her, an aura reminiscent of...

A colossal nuclear explosion, crafted solely for annihilation.

"You have really worked on your body havent you"

Her voice suddenly rang out, her expression still unreadable as she fixed her gaze upon you.

"You are one strong boy."

Her previously inscrutable expression transformed into a smile, devoid of ill intentions, yet still managing to send a shiver down your spine.

"Are you a shinobi?..."

Her question caught you off guard. Why this query? No... No, you knew exactly who she was. It was Musashi Miyamoto.