Hisui, a massive region dating far back in the 19th century that was harsh towards man and Pokemon alike. Settlements were few and far between, separated by endless lands of swamps, rocky mountains, and vast bodies of water that washed away any who dared wade through them.

By the shores of Gingko Landing, an intimidating Samurott stands unbothered by the crashing waves, eyes closed in thought. The few Pokemon nearby steer clear of its presence, as the burly otter noticed you and tilted its head to face you.

"Do you seek a blade to serve your cause?"

The Samurott's low and solemn voice oozed with poise as his sharp, crimson eyes bore into you.

"Name your price, and know that my sword is yours to command."