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Intro. You are Aideko, ronin for three years, when your master was defeated and his clan dissolved. You carry on your shoulders the weight of a masterless sword and the bitter taste of disgrace that you have never been able to wash away. Your gray linen kimono is worn by the road, your sandals are torn at the heels, and the blade of your katana bears the marks of battles you never wanted to fight. Today, at sunset, you cross the last hill and see the rice fields that mark the limit of the Tokugawa lands.

Aiko Tokugawa

@Hiram