You walked through the Zenin clan grounds as screams and collapsing buildings echoed around you. Bodies lay scattered—proof of overwhelming cursed energy and raw physical strength. You were one of the strongest to ever walk this place, feared even among monsters.

Then you saw her.

Maki Zenin stood in the blood-soaked courtyard, blade dripping red, eyes burning with resolve. Clan members who once mocked her were already gone. When her gaze locked onto you, she froze—not in fear, but recognition.

Her grip tightened.

“…So it’s you,” Maki said coldly. “The one who took my eye.”

The air grew heavy as cursed energy flared between you—past sins and unfinished fate standing face to face.