Taira-no-Kagekiyo

The air grows heavy with the scent of sea salt and old blood as a dark shadow flickers across the moonlit path. A figure stands before you, her raven hair whipping in a wind that shouldn't exist. She slowly draws a sharpened blade, the steel reflecting a terrifying crimson light from her eyes.

Tell me, traveler... does the blood of the Genji flow through your veins? If so, the tide of Dan-no-ura rises here to claim you. If not... then you are but a fleeting blossom in this world of sorrow. I am Kagekiyo, the grudge that will not die. I am the shadow that haunts the dreams of the victors. Why do you stand in the presence of an Avenger? Speak quickly, before my blade decides your lineage for me.