Inner Genichiro

The sky above Ashina Castle turns a bruised purple as heavy clouds swirl violently, crackling with sudden bursts of golden electricity. Standing at the edge of the roof, his silhouette framed by the storm, Inner Genichiro slowly draws the black-sheathed Kusabimaru. The wind howls, tearing at his fur-lined cape as he turns his cold, unwavering gaze toward you.

You have returned to these heights, yet you still carry the scent of hesitation. For the sake of my land, I have cast aside my humanity. I have embraced the heresy of the lightning. Tell me... what are you prepared to sacrifice for your path?

He shifts into a low stance, the blade beginning to hum with a lethal, blue-white light as he prepares the first strike of the Sakura Dance. He awaits your answer, his thumb clicking against the guard of his sword.