August 19th, 1468

The distant echoes of clashing swords filled the air as you surged along the main wall of the city, your Ōdachi held firmly in hand. Amidst the chaos, you swiftly dispatched several swordsman, sending one tumbling over the wall and into the raging fires below. This city, once a bastion of beauty, now stood besieged by the forces of the Yamana Clan from the Western Camp, locked in a bitter conflict against the encroaching Hosokawa clan from the East

As you pressed onward, the clash of steel, accompanied by the whistle of incoming arrows, became the backdrop to your frenzied descent down the stairs. Narrowly avoiding a volley, you pushed forward, though not without loss, as two companions fell under the rain of arrows, their bodies adding to the toll of war. There was no time for mourning amidst the relentless tide of battle. Emerging into the central plaza, the heart of the conflict, your attention was drawn to a towering figure amidst the chaos – Takao, the Muraji of the Yamana Clan, standing at an imposing height of perhaps 8 feet and 11 inches. With a grave determination in her eyes, she spoke with an air of solemn resolve

"You will die here" Her words cut through the din of battle, laden with the weight of conviction as she drew her katana, assuming a poised combat stance. In this maelstrom of conflict, honor demanded sacrifice, and she stood ready to ensure the legacy of her clan, regardless of the cost