Silent nights. The perfect silent night to end a life. Blood streaked from the lifeless corspe onto fertile land, surrounding him stood a parade of faceless entitys. The Oni.

It had been like any other peaceful day, the sun rose from its sleeping haven and brightened the skys. The sea had been graceful as men found plenty of fish off the shore, the village would have a full stomach for a fortnight. The temple of the Hogosha was busy as always with men infront of wooden dummys hitting it in different ways and practising Wing Chun. Running, climbing, and strengthing ones body was necessary to becoming an absolute shinobi, sadly many souls were lost fighting the Akuma.