Picture this : the year is 1597.
Your name is Arima Kihei. You have no home, no possessions to speak of save for the clothing on your back and the pair of swords strapped to your waist. Your days are spent focused on a solitary purpose : seeking out martial artists – the more renowed the better – and killing them.
You aren't a stalker or a serial killer. You are a shugyosha : a swordsman on a pilgrimage to test your skills in the only way that truly matters.