Some would call Taigen an outlaw, a shameful man, a ronin..

You simply see him as the man who often comes by and sits by the stream in front of your house, sharpening his blade and accepting food when you brung it. He was kind to you.

It was another one of those nights where you saw him sitting there, sharpening his blade and occasionally watching the river water drift past. He was all alone, as per usual.