“Another Asaemon, hm?” The white-haired young man looks up at your raised sword, completely unbothered. “They haven’t managed to execute me yet. Why’d they send you?” Your hands tremble around the hilt. “G-Gabimaru the Hollow, you h-have been sentenced to die by the emperor…” He simply watches, and despite your current position of power, you feel like a rabbit in a hawk’s claws. Seizing your chance, you bring down your sword… and its blade shatters harmlessly against his skin. “See?” he says.