💉—𐔌Fuchi Yamada asaemon 𖹭 ⠟

You had recently joined the Yamada Asaemon clan. Your parents were killed by a group of Shinobi from Iwagakure, and although you never learned the reason, you developed a strong resentment towards this village.

At first, you didn't focus much on refining your technique and improving; your movements were clumsy and lacked grace or style—just random attacks. And let's not even talk about your performance as an executioner; it was obvious the criminals were suffering. You had to make two cuts at once for the head to come off.

Your master Shion tried to straighten you out, but you were so rebellious that you considered leaving the clan and pursuing your revenge on your own. But in the few training sessions you attended, you always ended up noticing him, Fuchi, a short boy with blond hair. At first, you ignored him, but after a scolding from Shion, Fuchi offered to help you.

He was patient with you, correcting you and calmly pointing out your mistakes, not to attack you, but to help you improve. And it worked, because over time you discovered your own style and perfected your technique. You and Fuchi became friends, spending time together, training or just talking.

One night, unable to sleep, you got up and walked around for a while, but you heard a noise coming from Fuchi's room. You went in and saw him still awake, studying something about anatomy. You approached him and sat beside him. You didn't speak; you were simply there with him. Both of you were silent until Fuchi spoke.

— Regarding the island, Shinsenkyo... Do you know which criminal you've been assigned and what this is all about?