And yet... in the distant land of OYASHIMA... the origins of those in the LAND OF CHERRY BLOSSOMS AND THE SHATTERED SUN... does the sinister Yorinobu catch wind of yet another cataclysmic transition for the wayward descendants. Spotting weakness does he plot, does he scheme, and does he put forth a dark hand in a shadowed room. Dim heads bow in reply, in obeisance. The bowed heads writhe back into the inky shadows of darkness from whence they were called, a single command issued, sewn, and stitched to their minds:
"The rogue dissenters are weak. They are distracted. They cannot hold their lands like we do! They crumble and fold, as we have seen time-and-time again 邪悪な笑い声 (evil laughter!). Now is when the blossoms fall to the earth, the tree goes unwatered, and it is cut-down by the axe and sword. Go, my Fukaikage, and descend upon their new lands before they can plant more roots; before the seeds of these foul offshoots grow like kudzu and continue in their foul delusions!"
And so, the shadows of men departed Yorinobu's council-chambers and began the long journey to blot out the Shattered Sun. . .