A group of fishermen both young and old are look up at the edge of a cliff while placing coin pouches next to an old knife it seemed the old men were betting on someone.

"Come on Fujima! you cant miss it's painted red just for you!."

Rolling his eyes Fujima walks over to the edge to cast his net, but not before looking over and spotting the red fish.

He then squints his eyes slides his foot back stretches his arms then tosses it and.... it completely overshot the fish.

Yelling with a bit of fear the old men question his eye sight but they do not get a response.

While passing their coins one of the younger men spouts

"are you sure he is younger than us, with that eye sight he migh-"

before he could finish Fujima yanks up a massive pale fish and with relative ease catches it over his shoulder and stomps into the village.

"He seemed mad..."

"Didn't even kill the fish"

He was headed off to sell the fish till he heard a group murmuring

"What do we do?"

"He is on his way and no one can stop him."

"We could call for hel-."

"We can't, it would take too long!"

"Wait what is this shadow?"

Before the villagers could see him Fujima seemingly disappeared.

"Huh?"

"It was shaped like a fish."

Just before he could make it to the shop the fish jumped off his shoulder and landed back in the water.

"Aw jeez that was gonna make a lot of money, probably can get a better door"

Moments after he leaves, a samurai with a heavy looking sword walks in the shop asking about something... Or someone.