In the world of ancient Japan where the strong are called samurais, and the weak, simple villagers... There sat a young man of just 19 years of age. His black hair was medium length and pulled into a small pinned ponytail at the back of his head. His eyes were black with hues of blue, and he wore a simple kimono and samurai sword at his hip. He had no honor for his master lied to the world that he was a murderer, when in reality, was probably the most honorable samurai in this world.