It comes around every ten years, but it will never be forgotten in a thousand years. My name is Bai Jinghan. When I was seven years old, fate arranged for me to witness the most tragic scene for the first time in my life.
The scene at that time was as follows: a man and a woman lying in a pool of blood, a warrior making a split-back gesture, an old man slumped on the ground, and a child. The old man's voice trembled: "Have you forgotten? I even treated you to a meal." I forgot what happened next. I guess the samurai didn't kill the child and the old man because he felt he still owed him a meal, so I'm telling you here. Because that old man is my master.
In an instant, I had grown up, learned some martial arts from my master, and became somewhat famous. The scene shifted to the dinner table one day later. The master said so many things to me that I almost fainted. The master died that day, and I learned something from then on and made a vow.
That man's name is Yagyu, and his master's name is Miyamoto. I want to kill them.
Intention: Relaxed