Cyborg Samurais are the core of the Samurai Saga and are the first tribe of warriors to enter the great battle ahead against the Kaiju monsters. They are the soldiers, champions and rare legends. Each Cyborg Samurai holds the ultimate key to battle for glory and yields the highest rewards.
Cyborg Samurais will be the first playable character in the Samurai Saga Digital Game. Each Cyborg Samurai is trained for the great battle ahead with a unique set of attributes and skills to have the ultimate gaming experience while earning the most rewards within Samurai Saga.
Cyborg Samurais are the first to enter the great battle ahead to generate the highest rewards through their accomplishments. No other collection will be on par with the rewards they can harvest within the Samurai Saga. They are the leaders, the explorers and the warriors that get rewarded handsomely with their honor.
When Hideyoshi heard that he will be honored by daimyo, he never
dreamed he would be gifted with a nyūtorino katana. His heroism in
the battle at the Straits of Sku’tas didn’t go unnoticed, and the
samurai was overwhelmed with pride.
As soon as the
ceremony was over, Hideyoshi asked permission to leave the camp,
eager to try out the new weapon. He knew, however, that he had to
find worthy material to test his skills with such a powerful
katana. Bamboo, tatami nor the bodies of dead enemies could
suffice, since neutrino layer of the blade required something far
harder. Thus, he headed to the slopes of Mount Shusan, where
makkoro, a unique kind of rock could be found.
He enjoyed the scenery along the way. At this latitude, Horai shone with its most beautiful shades. Some twelve standard hours later, he found himself in front of the famous rocks. Vertical and black, makkoro were made of the hardest material on the planet. It has been speculated that its carbon has been compressed for millennia by harsh solar outbursts.
She touched the rock he was preparing to stab. Skin of her
hand was almost white. The way she moved and talked could only
be admired. “
Those that you’ve already cut are agonized
in pain. I felt it right away. You see the rock, but the eyes
deceive us so often in this strange world.”
Hideyoshi chose the one that surpassed his height by twofold
and prepared a stance for yoko giri. To perform the side cut
properly, he had to make a double hand grip and bend his right
elbow. The warrior inhaled deeply, holding the katana just
above the waist. An outward swing was quick like lightning. A
moment later, an upper half of makkoro rock slid to the
ground. The cutting surface was almost flawless.
But
Hideyoshi aimed for perfection. He hit another rock, the one
in spiral shape, making it more difficult to perform a clean
overhead strike. This time – so close to perfect.
As he
was wandering along the alley of natural sculptures, Hideyoshi
saw a good specimen. This thick makkoro was ideal to test the
stabbing skill. The nyūtorino was trembling in hand, eager for
another try. As Hideyoshi prepared for thrusting move, the
gentle voice came from behind:
“Why are you doing
this?”
Hideyoshi turned around and couldn’t hold his
sigh. The voice had no face. Instead, a dark hollow, and few
miserable strands of hair around.
Concealing his shock,
he asked the girl: “Why wouldn’t I test my nyūtorino
blade?”
Hideyoshi gazed at the makkoro and couldn’t feel anything but
disappointment. His test was cut short by this faceless
creature. At that moment her fingers dared to touch him.
“Can
you feel it now? Some of their pain?”
The samurai almost
fainted. The emptiness of her head was echoing his own feeling
of embarrassment. Hideyoshi muttered something, shaken to the
core.“Please let them be,” she said and withdrew her hand.
There was no doubt in Hideyoshi`s mind that he just met a very
powerful Onna-Bugeisha. Who would dare to rip her face off?
“Before
you leave, please accept this gift from me,” he said, offering
his nyūtorino to the girl. “I despise those who harm the
harmless. Thank you for preventing me to become what I hate.
So, consider this as the token of gratitude. It might be
needed during your quest.”
As she walked away across the
flowery slope, the samurai smiled. Katana had just chosen its
master.
