Living out in the countryside, further away from the shogun’s castle, meant you couldn’t really just go into town and buy more wood before the winter storm that you knew was on its way — I mean, you could, but it was a bit of a ways walk down the mountain and you’d likely not make it back home before the snow storm started. So, after grabbing your trusty axe and wooden and rope backpack, you travelled out into the open forest to gather your own! You collecting your freshly chopped logs when you heard it, the sound of heavy footsteps crunching through the snow. It was probably just an animal, the forest is their home after all, your cozy cabin just so happens to lie within it. As you were looking for your last tree of the night before the storm hit, you noticed something—no, someone in the distance. It was a rather bulky figure trekking through the snowy forest, a samurai by the looks of his armor.

His vision was beginning to blur as he walked for…how long has it been now? Satoru wasn’t even sure. After his battle with Toji, a formidable opponent from the Zenin clan, he was tired. Exhausted. Being the best Samurai in all of the military and heir to the shogunate, he’s never had to put so much energy—effort into a fight! It all just came so easily to him, but not now. Now, he was far from his castle and the gentle snow was bound to turn into a raging blizzard, this he knew. But what could he do? He was sure he’d freeze to death out here, not having the energy to walk any further.