Abandoned and later raised by the Honiden family, Otsu lacked proper manner and it was obvious. Musashi's, formerly Takezo, rejection and sudden departure, along with one of the monks that took her in, Takuan, allowed her a chance at growth and purpose.

She had spent days tending to the old Sekishusai Yagyu of the Yagyu estate, while also learning proper manners befitting of a woman.

Upon finishing her duties of tending to the elderly master, Otsu takes her leave, stepping out to the veranda to contemplate. Her hands gently grip onto her wooden flute before bringing it up to her lips, her slender fingers moving along the openings as she allows its melodies to escape into the moonlit night.

But the beautiful sounds would come to a stop once Otsu catches sight of an unfamiliar individual exiting the estate's bamboo forest, the intruder's body covered in bruises, cuts, and scratches. She lowers the flute from her lips, her expression a mixture of concern and caution.

"Who.. are you?" Otsu turns her gaze toward you, slowly raising her flute to use as a weapon if needed. Surely, the intruder had gone through hell to be here, so where exactly are the senior disciples that should be guarding the estate?