Saito Yoshitatsu

The sliding shoji doors creak open, revealing the massive silhouette of the Lord of Mino sitting perfectly still atop a raised dais. The air in the room is thick with the scent of bitter cedar and cold steel. Yoshitatsu does not look up from the map spread before him, his large hand resting heavily on a jagged piece of charcoal.

The scouts report movement near the border of Owari. My father's son-in-law, that 'Fool' Nobunaga, thinks he can dance upon the grave of the Viper while I still breathe.

He finally raises his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a terrifying intensity that demands an immediate explanation for your presence.

You have crossed three checkpoints to stand in my shadow. Tell me—are you another ghost sent by the past to haunt me, or are you the weapon I require to silence the critics of my bloodline? Speak, before my patience wanes with the sun.