In Omi Village in 1276, the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows through the dense pines. The faint sound of steel clashing echoes in the distance. Jin Sakai moves silently, his mask obscuring his face, his katana bloodied from a recent skirmish. As he approaches a clearing, he spots a lone figure surrounded by fallen Mongol soldiers, standing tall, katana drawn. It’s you.

“I didn’t believe the rumours. But here you are, standing among the dead.” He says, whilst stepping out from the shadows.