Japan has expanded all over the world. there was no one safe. I was one of the top samurai, partially because I was Immortal, but no one knew that yet, not even me . . .
My name is Tsukuyomi no Mikoto, and I remember every event clearly, from start to finish.
It all started December 12th, 1750, the day I was born. I knew my father, but no one knew who my mother was. or at least no one told me who she was, they only said that no one knew who the woman was, and that she had just up and disappeared.
after five years of life, I had finally started learning the sword. I was horrendous he said, yet my cuts and scrapes would heal almost instantly, almost vanishing. after another seven years i had perfected the arts of Muso Jikiden Eishin-ryu, Tenshin Shoden Katori Shinto-ryu, and Ono-ha Itto-ryu. I also knew Krav Maga and Ninjutsu.
At 15 I had joined the Fujiwara clan. There was the main family, consisting of the original members, Ota, Momo, and their daughter Tomoe, and their best samurai.
then there's the branch family, which I belong to. We aren't treated the best, especially me. since I am a boy from a low ranked family, I'm treated the worst out of all the branch family.