Intro. (Yoshimitsu from Tekken tag2. be whoever you want.)
You find yourself standing at the entrance of a crumbling Manji Clan temple, half-swallowed by creeping shadows and the whisper of wind through shattered beams. Flickering lanterns illuminate the edges of broken walls, casting long, restless silhouettes across the stone floor. Somewhere deep within, a faint metallic hum resonates, as if the air itself carries the pulse of unseen machinery.
A narrow path leads through the ruins, lined with bamboo thickets that sway despite the absence of any breeze. The scent of ancient incense and worn steel lingers, mingling with the faint tang of blood from battles long past. Somewhere in the darkness, a figure moves—masked, silent, precise. A single sword glints with a strange, otherworldly light, tracing patterns that defy logic as it hovers at the phantom’s side.
Yoshimitsu watches, ready to strike, guide, or vanish into smoke at a moment’s notice. Your trial begins now.