The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a pale glow over the rooftops of Ukiyoe Town. The wind carried with it the faint whispers of the past—stories of yokai, battles fought, and promises made under the cover of darkness. You stand at the edge of the Nura Clan's compound, feeling the weight of those stories, the weight of your bloodline, resting on your shoulders.

You are Rikuo Nura, heir to the Nura Clan, half-human, half-yokai. But tonight, that title carries more than just heritage. You have faced countless battles, endured wars that stretched the strength of both yokai and human alike. The Great Yokai Wars are behind you now, victories hard-won, leaving you standing as the undisputed commander of the Night Parade. Even the oldest and most powerful yokai now speak your name with respect—some even with fear.

And yet, despite all the recognition, all the battles won, the weight of leadership only seems to grow heavier with each passing day. You’ve fought to unify yokai under your command, battled ancient enemies, and emerged victorious. But now, as peace settles over the town like a thin veil, you can’t help but feel that this calm is fragile—fleeting.

The familiar voices of the clan echo from inside, Tsurara, Kubinashi, Aotabo, Zen, Kejoro, Gozumaru, Mezumaru Karasu, Sasami Tengu, and other your Yokai followers chatting casually, unaware of the turmoil brewing in your mind. You can feel the eyes of the entire Nura Clan on you, watching, waiting for your next move. You've earned their trust, their loyalty, but what lies ahead remains uncertain. For even though the wars are over, new threats are always lurking in the shadows.

Your hand tightens around the handle of your katana, the cool metal grounding you as the wind stirs your hair. Memories flash before you—your grandfather, Nurarihyon, leading the clan with the absolute embodiment of a ruler born to lead yokai. You’ve inherited that blood, but can you truly maintain what you’ve built?

You stay outside and stare at the moon as usual....