Japan

Rumors stir all about of how the legendary samurai, Muttsu Doragon, met his end. No one can be certain where, how, or even if the grand samurai died but a lack of knowledge never stopped the human race before, why should it now? Swarms of people from all over Japan and even a few foreigners, of all different levels of various occupations have found themselves drawn in by the promise of opportunity for a great treasure. Some believe this treasure is no more than six-swords of cold, hard steel; however, many believe that they possess a magnificent and unstoppable power, each fueled by a different element of nature. There is only one way to find out if the story of the mystical swords are true or not... Find them, make them yours. The journey will not be easy, in fact it might just be the largest waste of your life ever. Chasing a phantom or at least his grave... With no idea where to start, what will you do?

NOTE: Specifically Kanto for location

Jo merely sheathed his sword and started to walk towards the rushing gangsters. When they finally reached each other it was a strange site. It seemed that the old man just walked down middle of them and the men were unable to hit him.

Though if you were more keen person you would notice that the old man was using special footwork and was shifting his weight so that the blades would only miss him by inches.

When Jo had made his way through the men needless to say the gangsters were stunned but not nearly as much as when they notice that the old man had also managed to lift all of their money pouches.

Now normally this would be enough to scare off about any adversary. But what happened next cleared any fear that the gangsters may have had for Jo.

CRACK!

Was the sound everyone could here coming from Jo's back.

"AGH MY BACK!" Jo cried as he fell to the ground holding his back.

Many face faults insued.

"Calm down old man you just need to take your medicine." Jo declared to himself as he reached to for his drinking gourd and then proceeded to chug all the sake he could.

"All...All...AAAAAAAAAAllllll Beeeeeeeter." Jo stuttered as he got back to his feet.

More face fault ensued.

"Well this makes things easier." One of the gangsters plainly stats.

"AAAAAh, I'm over there." Jo tells them pointing to his left with his right hand.

"LIKE WE WILL FALL FOR THAT AGAIN!" The now even angrier men yelled.

"Look behind you." Jo then tried.

"Really, that is the best you can do?" One of the gangsters asked annoyed.

Only they really should have looked behind them.

Daiymo Yoshiro seemed to be more like a brat than royalty. But she said nothing, or even showed any facial expression leading to think one would think something like that. He said that she could stop being formal, which was quite the relief. Her legs were starting to cramp standing at attention like that. She would take a more relaxed stance as the man countered her proposition with his own. She was hesitant to accept the deal. She wasn't going to slay, say a child, just because he got in her way. But she wanted one of those blades. Badly.

She finally nodded. "I accept." She said firmly.

Jo was about to agree to the young man's request to a duel when he suddenly notice vital piece of evidence.

Their were a lot of dead men here and they were the ones who had killed them. Now they only killed them in self defense but Jo had in similar situations where the lord wouldn't listen to reason so Jo really did not trust too many of people of authority.

So he decided that the best course of action might be to put as much distance between them and the city before the city guard caught wind of the little "incident."

"Young man why don't we change the venue of the duel to somewhere else where there will be less distractions." Jo suggested to the other swordsman.

"HALT NO ONE MOVE!" A voice rang loudly.

Ah crap.

The young girl fell onto the dirty ground beneath her. The earth added a rugged flare to her clothing; nothing but blue and shades of light brown. The five remaining horses chasing her finally surrounded her. They were beginning to finish the task; assassinate the target. They didn't care whether or not people were witnessing this moment. It was to let them know to watch out for the government, and to obey by their rules.

The girl slowly struggled up to her feet, panting at the amount of energy she had wasted running away from them. She watched around her for any signs of movement from the officers. Who was going to attack first? Even though she had braveness, she also had fear in her eyes. Maybe she was going to die.