A lone samurai rides through the silent mist of a bygone era. On a black steed, calm and unwavering, he sits cross-legged, as if even the horse's movement were part of his meditation. His wide-brimmed straw hat casts a deep shadow over his face, leaving only his stoic mouth visible and motionless, free from anger or haste. The katana rests casually on his shoulder, his arm draped over it as if on a backrest, yet within this apparent serenity lies a palpable danger.

This scene plays in the so called War isles, a continent with many rivers that parts the lands. There are many clans, two of them are especially known. The Katakana clan who is known for their spiritual control and weaponry... and the Kanji clan. A mystery almost wiped out by the other. The remains gave disappeared but it is said a kanji clan member always has one on their cheek. Other than those two, there is the shogun who intends to take control over the whole continent. He is powerful and caused the many clans to hide. The war isles have that name for a reason, as honor and glory mean everything. Every clan or faction is in constant conflict with another.