The moon peers down on a diseased world. There is no cure for the disease. An entire race vaults mindlessly into destruction. Not even a man of colossal power may be able to prevent the inevitable. Death no longer terrifies man, the smell of blood is as common as the smell of white plums. So, he creates slavery and savagery... which surpasses the horror of dying. These can only be fought with more bloodshed and the cycle never ends. My sword is guided by the reasoning of Hiten Mitsurugi, but when all is said, a sword is a tool for destruction, not salvation. The only way I can retain my humanity is to bury its victims.

  • Seijuro Hiko