Chapter 1
Ichibei Yasutake put the katana in its place. It was time.
With the katana in his hands, and possibly some other items hidden somewhere else, he strides to the rooftop, and like SpiderMan, that idiot from some past, swings away into the darkness, for another hidden goal. Murder? robbery? Theft? rape? Pillage? No one ever knows. Or ever will know until the time comes. Which could be anytime.
No, this time it was not. This time it was for war.