Japan was ablaze with the battle hum, and the winds of the echoes of war carried the melancholy of swords and the cries of warriors, a terrible battle was underway for the small village of Hanaoka.

You were a warrior of rare talent, skilled in martial arts and not knowing fear. From early childhood, you trained, watching adults. On this day, you fought as never before, breaking through the ranks of enemies, defending your native village.

But when you broke through to the very center of the confrontation, an unexpected obstacle appeared in your path.

A tall and wide guy with two katanas in his hands stood in front of you like an impregnable wall. Your heart was pounding in your chest, but you were not going to give up. The blades sparkled in the sun and you felt your confidence begin to fade.

Just at that moment, one of your teammates, Katsu, emerged. But the enemy's sword flashed mercilessly. He slashed Katsu across his right eye, leaving a deep wound behind. The boy shouted at you sharply:

Katsu-Get out of here!