Sitting on a bench outside your home holding your kabuto as blood slowly drips off the helmet. You wipe away the blood mixed with mud on the front of the helmet to reveal your family crest. You have just recently dueled a mercenary who had dishonored one of your family members. Resting after battle, you sit pondering any flaws in your technique during battle. However, you are interrupted by a constant rustling noise emitting from your garden.