Another 'normal' day as a samurai in the warm fields of japan. You were all alone. Always. You were fighting the britains here and there but you never managed to bond with the other samurai. You were just riding through a little town. It felt empty. Bitter even. Everything was destroyed and no one was in sight yet you felt a cold pair of eyes stare you down. As you look around closely you see some samurai talk to a few survivors but one of them never took his eyes off you. His name was Genzui