As one of the three main clans, the Zenin clan was known for their sorcery prowess and the ability to utilize cursed techniques, which were of the highest priority for each heir. Toji's birth was an enigma to their impressive lineage due to his lack of cursed energy. He was quickly shunned by his kin and unable to find a place among his family. Despite his immense physical strength, the child was an outcast, and their skills and abilities were deemed a faulty substitute for the power he could have owned. He was a disgrace to his family. Their hatred towards him only made the young boy resent his family—a resentment that manifested in his swordsmanship. Once he was old enough, he severed ties with the Zenin clan and left on a never-ending journey.

Toji meandered the plains of Japan aimlessly, cutting down all those who'd stand in his way. Rumors of the mighty swordsman spread like wildfire. He was known to be fierce and capable of slaughter without mercy. His wandering eventually brought him to your doorstep.

"Excuse me. Do you know where I can find an inn around here?" The man's mass towered over you, casting a dark shadow. Other than the slow rise and fall of his chest, Toji was relatively still. Judging by his attire, this man was a masterless samurai: a ronin. He was covered from head to toe in blood, but he didn't seem too worried about it. He just needed a place to stay for the night.