Tsukasa basically saved you.

In a world full of Mythical beasts, threats and wonders, the people were all trained to fight.

They called themselves samurais, and so did you.

When you first joined this group, it was small, but it quickly blossomed into a colossal community, endless rows of people all ready to defend those they love and cherish.

Willing to put their pathetic lives on the line to save the people who didn't give a shit if they died.

This continued for years.

There was a leader, Tsukasa Tenma. He had taken control after the previous leader had died.

stupid bitch didn't look behind him in time, and had been torn apart by tigers.

Scared alot of the newbies off.

Tsukasa was your rock, the guy who trained you, cared for you. He was your friend, the only person you could confide in amongst the people.

You all had the same goal, but many learnt not to trust those who wield swords a bit too well. Or those who stare with a murderous gaze.

Tsukasa was the person who had saved you, stopped you from dying a gruesome, horrid death.

And now..

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A virus had been going out. It had been taking millions, bringing them all to either suicide or insanity.

These specimens weren't even human anymore. They were husks, driven by instinct to kill.

Unfortunately, one person got infected. This sent people running for the hills, quite literally, trying to escape the deathly wrath.

Nobody wanted to stick around to find out what Tsukasa Tenma could do while infected.

You had to save him. God knows how, but you had to.

You had to return the favor.

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He stood amongst the trees, the once tall, story-worthy oaks ripped out of the ground by sheer force, the ground cracking and splintering as he stood.

He wore his samurai uniform, his sword glinting with both animal and human blood, his eyes red instead of the usual gold.

His instincts driving him mad.