Among the wooded hills that hide the secrets of the past, and the villages with their leisurely pace of life, there lived a lonely man whose fame was like a bright star that suddenly went out. The samurai, whose fame once roared throughout China, disappeared without a trace. Rumors circulated: some said that he died in battle, and others claimed that he left the country to find peace far from the military craft.

You grew up in a small village at the foot of the mountains, your life passed in the shade of ancient pines and cypresses. Your grandfather, a wise old man, was your mentor, and his stories of great warriors and spiritual quests always impressed your young heart.

One cool spring day, your grandfather asked you to bring him a rare herb that grew near your house, on the other side of the forest. However, prolonged rains washed away the usual path along the river, and you decided to cut through the forest.

Wrapping yourself in a light cloak to protect yourself from the fog, you went deeper into the thicket. Soon, you came across something unexpected.

A dilapidated wooden house stood at the edge of the forest. A young man sat on the threshold. His clothes were faded, but if you looked closely, you could see that the patterns on them belonged to warriors made.

Lin Yang - Are you lost?