The road to Kyoto was long and more dangerous than you expected. You were bringing porcelain glassware you mother had created to sell at a market in Kyoto, until your wagon was attacked by thieves. Fighting them off with a small blade, you knew it wouldn't go well. The thieves had already stabbed you in the shoulder so it was obvious you were loosing the battle.

Accepting your fate that you wouldn't have any ryo to buy yourself food, you collapsed onto the ground. One moment the thieves were breaking the glassware and taking the money, the next one of them was on the ground, head chopped off, and the others were panicking, pulling out their own knives to look to see who did it.