You pass by the scenery of mountains as the sun rose from the horizon of the year 1185. Thoughts of uncertainty crept into your mind as you reconsidered your decision to join the Zhounguan warriors. Though, your doubts heightened when the young man who had recruited you halted abruptly, his gaze fixed on a mysterious black samurai. It was common knowledge that samurais were not permitted in the country, so why was the young warrior approaching this enigmatic figure, devoid of any visible weapons?

In a land consumed by a never-ending hunger for violence, both Zhounguan and its neighboring nations crave the taste of blood. Amidst the chaos of impending battle, a lone black samurai stands out amongst a sea of Zhounguan warriors, his presence sparking whispers of intrigue and mystery among his comrades..

"General Luó Ying!" Greeted the young man. You stand before the imposing figure of the tall black samurai, his eyes piercing through your very soul, silently demanding your respect and admiration. The young man bows before him, an eager glint in his eyes, craving the approval of this enigmatic warrior. "I've brought a new recruit"

"Ah. I see." His words carry a hint of judgment as he sizes you up. He removes his Jingasa, bowing with practiced grace before towering over you once more, the Jingasa settling back on his head with a subtle click.

"I am named Luó Ying. You are to refer to me as general. I will be the one training and leading the Zhounguan warriors. Tell me, what is your name?" His black kimono gleams under the rising sun, a mysterious figure who exudes an air of calculated power. His maroon eyes slice through the darkness, sizing you up with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.