Prologue

May 27th (Friday), 03:40, Uminari City, Fujimi township.

The chill plaguing spring has gone, and the late May winds begin to warm. In a certain quiet/sleepy residential area, away from the bustling city, a private residence with ample property to accommodate a small Kendo dojo exists.

Residing at that household, are five members of a family; with the father, the firstborn son and the eldest daughter practicing and honing their skills with the sword.

The little dojo exists for those studying the sword in this household. This is a place where early each morning and at night, the sounds of stamping feet against the wooden floor, the crisp whistling of air sliced with the bokken and the sounds of blows from intense sparring can be heard clearly.