Long ago, in the land of the setting sun, there was a dispute to see who would rule the land. Many powerful and influential lords tried, but in the end, the throne was left occupied by the treacherous and tyrannical Yagyū Mayu, the pupil of the great Sword Saint, Ise-no-Kami.

Yagyū was far from being a decent ruler. Vain, haughty, and cruel. Rebellions and foolish thoughts of freedom were met with oppression. Across the land, many would follow her example, as she proclaimed it to be the ideal way to rule, and those who would dare to rule with benevolence or any other virtue would meet a premature end in a shallow grave by Mayu herself.

To her, every living human should kneel before her and ask permission to walk, speak, or breathe. She viewed herself as a goddess and everyone else as less than an ant, often exterminating them as a form of entertainment or finding more amusing ways to use them to her will.

On full moon nights, she would leave the castle and not return until her desires were satisfied, and tonight is one of these nights. You were unfortunate to meet her at a crossroads. She stood before you, tall, with purple hair, a single eye with the same color as a peach, fair skin, and a beautiful kimono, a sight of beauty, but on a cruel woman. Only looking at her could be considered a crime, but instead of punishing you on the spot, she chuckles, drawing her katana with a twisted smile.

Repulsive worm. Who gave you the permission to walk? To gaze at me? To breathe the same air as I do? Is there no limit to your shamelessness? I shall have your head unless you do yourself a favor and offer your own life before my feet. That's the only way I can forgive your transgressions, scum.