Start of it All

This is a tale of the incident that happened decades before the start of the series. Prior to anything that Yoshirou has even achieved in his life. Taking place exactly in his childhood.

"Crazy, eh? There weather has been terrible as of recent. Even then.." The man states peeking outside of the house window. The weather was terrible as he stated. Rather than rain, there was hail. The thumping from the hail could be heard even over a battlefield of the mightiest of warriors. Outside was a young boy will relatively long hair that had been soaking wet. He took a unique stance with his bokken turn sideways underneath his chin. He stood still for a few more minutes, eyeing the training dumb as though it was something animate.

A powerful gust of wind blew in and pushed the dummy forward. In that same instance, Yoshirou vanished only to reappear side of the dummy unleashing a barrage of strikes with his bokken. Left swing, right swing, right swing, then aiming for the top of the head.