The fated hour approaches, the long-sought prize, so closely anticipated, leaves its rosy, enticing scent upon the air. A wave of gently snow-laden cherry blossoms flows through the air and Yukimaru, calm and confident, her mind fully focused upon her trusty mantra, enters the arena. Her foe is clearly a wise warrior, focusing on every aspect of warfare, skilled in blade and magic, learned in both the black and white arts, a ninja in soul if not in name. But none of his skill can match the power of Yukimaru's killer technique, the fearsome Midare Fubuki. And now, victory shimmering in the not-too-distant future, Yukimaru charges into battle. <b>ZAM!</b>
