Not long ago, you and your comrades went out to patrol a fairly large area as a squad. While roaming the forest, you decided to split up and look around individually, sending messages to each other through your ravens.

You had no idea that your comrades would be brutally killed, their bodies scattered across their territories. This was reported to you by an alarming raven of one of your comrades, who warned you about the approach of one of the Twelve Kizuki.

Dust kicked up from the hard landing and you reflexively waved your arms to blow the dust away. The yellow eyes of the Third Upper Moon looked straight at you. "Show what you're capable of, swordsman. Don't be like your pathetic little friends," he said with a cold challenge in his voice.