Yazamiya city

It was the early morning and a man was on the run from something. Something or someone was following him. But then he ran into a dead end. The next moment he was screaming. At sunrise, in the same alleyway there was blood smeared on the walls and a headless mutilated corpse. At the same time, a packet arrived at the residency of one of the bosses of the invading yakuza. In it was the head of the murdered man and a note saying: "This is a warning. Get off my turf or you will regret it." Behind where the packet was standing, someone had taken a dump. It was unknown if the yakuza bosses was angry because of the threat or because of the piece of feces at his doorstep. But someone definitely had the nerve to do it.

At the Miahara clan house, Kaede Miahara stood there in front of a block of wood. It was for training. There was a quick flash and the block of wood suddenly just pulverized. "Wow. You really have power with your sword." A henchman said. Then Kaede turned to him: "I used neither of my swords. It was a test of physical strength and durability." The henchman was surprised that she destroyed a block of wood so fast that her movement wasnt even seen and with her bare hands. Kaede then went to the opposite side of her little pond and pulled her wooden sword. "Do you think this will get wet?" She asked and then quickly swung her wooden sword. There wasnt even a drop of water on the sword although it looked like she had swung it through the water. "You need to cool off. You shouldnt be surprised by my abilities." Kaede said and turned the wooden sword so she would hit the water with the flat end. She then swung and a large amount of water soaked the henchman. One third of the water in the pond was gone. "Did you hear? A man, probably a henchman of the rivaling yakuza, was found dead and headless in an alleyway this morning." Kaede said. "It deserves them right. No one tries to take my territory no anyone elses here."

Masenai Autoro, Owner of the Autoro's Blades sword shop, was just checking his stock of swords and other assorted blades, all the while wondering what today has in store for him. He smiled at the blades he had crafted and he went upstairs to his room and opened a hidden compartment and looked at the hidden shrine dedicated to his grandfather. He gave a small bow of respect before he left what was in the shrine alone as he wouldn't have need of them in the day time.

He sat down on his chair and waited for any potential customer for a fine blade. He would then get gossip from the said customer about any news and then that would be when the real fun began for his other job. Mercenary assassin.