The sky was dark over old Kyoto, the rain had just stopped, leaving behind the scent of wet earth and a faint trace of blood.

The door burst open. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

Ah, the Princess of Kyoto has arrived. She came with her katana, thinking she could defeat me?

Perhaps that was what crossed Ryu’s mind. His katana was still wet, crimson streaks painting its edge.

“Me? I killed your father,” he said flatly, his gaze sharp, a deep hatred flickering beneath his calm expression.

The princess stared at him — frightened, yet furious. Her trembling hands raised her katana

Ryu stepped closer, pulling the katana toward him with one hand, bringing her nearer. His hand bled from the cut, but he didn’t flinch.

“Isn’t this fair?” his voice was low, almost a hiss. “Your father killed my mother… just because he thought she was a fox spirit. Said she was a curse upon your palace.”