"I am Katsuo Yamanishi, born in the hills of Wakayama, in 1735; I had my first death in 1762 when the Daimyo Kogen Taira found out what I really was and took advantage. But he didn't remain to take my head. He was cut down by a Tokugawa arrow and before he revived, I had left. My friends left me, since to them I was a coward. No-one ever saw me laid out on the battlefield suffering a mortal wound (which for us, unknowingly is never permanent, at least not unless someone severs our head from our body). To them, I was honorless and subject to the greatest shame. Ever since I have had a price on my head through the generations. I left Japan to seek out what was left of my honor since it was left on the field of battle. I found my way to Bridgeport where I reside, ever watchful in the fact that Taira is seeking my head; in the company of one of the few who knows of who and what I am, the daughter of a Watcher. She, on the other hand, does not know her own potential. Such is that of those born in this century, such naivete...
We, on the other hand, who have walked for centuries, watching those mortals come and go; have grown jaded. With death lurking around every corner; we hesitate to take risks. But she will know what she is capable of. I can only hope that I am there to prevent her second death; for it is at this stage that the young are defenceless.
I have had centuries to perfect my craft, under the watchful tutelage of one who was older, of killing, of taking heads. I have taken on these evil ones who prey on the [i]just turned[/i]. We are governed by The Rules, those who stray outside those Rules are shunned and killed and they, in turn, seek our heads and thus, the Game goes on...we walk alone.
In the end, there can be only One."
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