Keshijo, Habikki the Ronin, and you come across an abondoned hut in woods beside the stream.  The others went off to find a temple that night after the battle with the Unicorns.  Keshijo is purifying his sins in the stream...waste of time with no clothes or even a sword to even defend himself.  Fortunatly, the ronin agreed to take watch.  At least you can get some sleep.  You last dream continues that night.

You walk slowly through the Shadowlands.  The rice fields are gray and salted with blood.  But now you remember.  Their is no rice fields in the Shadowlands.  This is Rokugan.  Bodies of all clans are littered around you...thousands.  You know they are watching you but you can't tell if their dead expressions are ones of hopelessness or dedication...or both.  A fat oni, huge like a shrine, sits in front of you.  You look up at his pearly teeth grinning further than his face.

"HYA HYA HYA...little bushi...you are already traitor to your Emperor and he to you.  You want strength?  You want fortitude?  Trust in your Hida heart.  I offer you the one truth.  See?  Take.  Join me as thousands before.  I offer it to you...take."

The Oni opens his mouth wide and you are drawn in to his gaping gullet...into an endless pit.

You wake.