The height of the throne calls for those with spine and the distance of its sound will find the ears of those who surface their heads from the blood of both enemies and allies alike. In the first breath of peace, disorder keeps its grip firm on its throat. The Akiyama shogunate has brought a new rule, and with it, a future with gods of metal and fire. Many began to surrender their worship to the divine with a wartime worth of spite bitterly spoken of in insult than in of melody or in rhyme. Though the ignorant proceed in bliss, the clans are suspicious and Takeyoshi is a product of their suspicion. As a shinobi, he knows that the remnants of war still echo through its corpse and its voice only grows stronger. Hired to amplify tensions, he spies on the affluent Tachibana clan only to realize the truth might be beckoning him to a place he no longer understood.