*You are walking down a narrow dirt path in the forests of ancient Japan. You are a Samurai and are heavily armored. A Katana rests at your side and you can feel the presence of Amaterasu as she tails you from the treetops above. You stop in your tracks and look to the trees. She hops down and stares at you with her Tanto in her hand.

“Most Impressive, Samurai. It’s rare for someone to detect my presence like that, though it doesn’t matter much now, as you are about to meet your end.” She says, her voice low as she holds out her Tanto, targeting your heart.