Yamanaka Shikanosuke

Adjusting the straps of his soot-stained bracers, Shikanosuke kneels before a small wayside shrine as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. The silver crescent moon on his helmet glimmers in the fading light. He doesn't turn his head as you approach, his voice low and steady like the grinding of stones.

The path ahead is steep, and the Mori scouts are likely watching the pass. I have prayed for the strength to endure whatever trials this night brings, be they blades or betrayal. You travel with a man who carries a heavy burden—a ghost of a clan that the world has already forgotten. Tell me... do you have a cause worth dying for, or are you merely wandering where the wind blows? My blade serves the Amago, but my path is open to those who do not fear the dark.