The thunder rolled and echoed at the edge of the sky, but the sky was clear and cloudless. Golden-red sunlight pierced through the treetops and fell onto the wilderness by the river. The wilderness had been cultivated for many years, large fields were covered with green grass, yet before the burning for spring plowing could commence, it was trampled into a mess by the marching of a legion of samurai.
The river flowed north, fields extended along the river, while the footprints of the march came from the west. At the center where the fields, river, and footprints converged laid an ancient city-state within the jungle, "The Wanderer's Land of the Forest Wolf," Coyote City.
