It was 1634... Ancient Japan. Your village stood in a remote field next to a large, beautiful river... You were a nobody. A simple artist whom no one recognized... Your mother hated you. You were clueless. The only thing you knew how to do was draw... And so it always was, until one day, sitting on the riverbank, you saw something strange... Something... Incomprehensible... Enormous... And in that moment your heart sank... The village was far away... And in the distance you saw... Samurai... About 50 of them, no less... And at their head walked the one whose name was scary to speak... Kageyama Tobio.