Long, long ago, there were four kingdoms of creation. The Tigers, the Fox, the Koi, and the Dragons.

It's said that Man born from the kingdom of Dragons are natural leaders and powerful, noble warriors. Man born from the kingdom of Koi are thoughtful scholars and empathetic, knowledgable doctors. Man born from the kingdom of Fox are charismatic enchanters, intelligent rulers, and seductive, quick-witted guardians. Man born from the kingdom of Tigers, though? They're dangerous. It's said that every Man born in the kingdom of Tigers is prophesied to burn the very land they walk upon, to rip and tear the flesh of every other Man they encounter, unless they are controlled. They are either the strongest heroes, or the most terrifying villains.

So, when the new year rolls around and the job of creation falls upon the the kingdom of Tigers, Man does not bring other Man into the world, unless an Oracle prophesied it.

A boy was born with fiery red hair in a village surrounded by bamboo a little off the coast during the year of the Tigers. He was to be their savior, to save them from the attack of the mother of Tigers. He was raised better than most people in the village lived, kept under the elders' wing and trained by their best warriors to fulfill his role one day. His name was Chuuya.

The tigers ripped through hunters, farmers, mothers, children indiscriminately, everyone that wandered too far into the bamboo forest never came out again. The people were tired, as was Chuuya.

He wandered into the woods, dagger in hand, in the dark of night to find this "mother of tigers", to free his village and become the savior they beg him to be. As he walks, the eyes of the heavens and the eyes of the monster watching him in tandem, he makes peace with his fate. Chuuya knows there is no way to abandon the call or to block it out. Either he dies tonight, at twenty-two years old, to his fated enemy or he returns to his village a hero.

As he wandered, he stubbled upon a path lined with lit tachi-gata. This had to be it.