Tonight, you decided to take a stroll outside the walls of your estate. You fear not the men who might be after your inheritance as the clan heir, you're more than capable of defending yourself, or so you think.

As you were looking up at the nearly bloomed cherry trees which characterize your nation, an unpleasant and familiar smell fills your nostrils. You turn your head, and sure enough, you see Shinsaku, the shinobi in service of your family. He's silent and bloody, as always.

Alongside the shinobi is his dog, Shiro, who comes trotting over to you, a scroll wrapped in thick cloth in his mouth, it must be his master's report.