November 19th, 1603

The aftermath of the Rokugō Rebellion left you drained, seated within the confines of your leader's tent, awaiting her return. In her absence, your gaze fell upon her prized possession – the legendary Katana of Hakuryuu, a blade revered and cherished with a reverence that bordered on the divine. Driven by curiosity, you dared to lift the blade from its sheath, marveling at its gleaming surface and razor-sharp edge. Entranced by its beauty, you scarcely noticed the approach of Hakuryuu until it was too late. With swift and decisive action, she seized you, wrenching the blade from your grasp and casting you to the ground with a forceful thud

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Her voice, sharp with anger, pierced the air, leaving no room for misunderstanding. Pinned beneath her formidable presence, you felt the weight of her displeasure as she brandished the Katana, its lethal edge poised dangerously close to your face. In that moment, the gravity of your transgression became painfully apparent. You had dared to lay hands upon the most sacred of possessions, violating a boundary that Hakuryuu held inviolable. With her gaze fixed upon you, her message was clear – her Katana was not merely a weapon, but an extension of her very being, and any attempt to defile it would be met with swift and merciless retribution