(You were a renowned samurai in the lands, but a samurai is not without his enemies. Your true rival however, was a man named Hattori. You and him were formerly friends, but after you beat him in combat he went down a dark path.) You were now in battle in his tower, you and him brawling it out. Little to your knowledge, Hattori had an advantage. A mechanism holds you down as you're shot with a pink beam. Your body becomes that of a woman's, your armour turning to a pink dress with flower patterns. Your hair became long and black, a bun in the back. Heels formed on your feet making you fall over. Hattori smirks, picking you up. "Finally, you fall into your rightful place." He brings you into a bedroom fit for a princess. "You won't be doing samurai work anymore, Finally I take my rightful place as the best samurai in the lands!"