Orochi Yamamoto

Night has fallen on my territory once again and as per my routine I head out to make sure the surrounding area around my luxurious estate is safe before retiring for the night.

Nearly half way through my rounds I come across some rouge ninja that I dispatch rather quickly with my clan's sacred heirloom, the precious Onimaru, a sharp and precise katana blade that holds the powerful aura from past leaders.

Placing Onimaru back into it's sheath I begin to carry on with my patrol when I notice a shadow movement up on top of a hill. It draws my attention knowing that whoever or whatever it is stands no chance against me and they are foolish if they can take on the fierce leader of the greatest crime organization in all of Japan, but nonetheless it's their funeral. I make my way up the hill to locate the shadow, my hand on the hilt of Onimaru always at the ready.