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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;autocomment&quot;&gt;Background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 01:37, 9 November 2009&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l1&quot;&gt;Line 1:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Background ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Background ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Matsuyama Chie was the daughter of Lord Matsuyama, a daimyo and frequent employer of the Black Tigers, and as such, would normally have been expected to live a life of comfort as a noble lady. However, when she was only five, Matsuyama’s brother, and ninja under his employ, staged a coup and framed the Black Tigers for the assassination. Tomoe witnessed the death of her father and older brother and sister, and would surely have been killed as well had not one of the Black Tiger kunoichi spirited her to safety. That kunoichi, Hanae, raised the girl as her daughter, and, with her talent for Earth-based techniques soon becoming apparent, renamed her Tomoe. Tomoe vowed revenge on her uncle, and has dedicated herself to training her shinobi skills to that end. In village life and when travelling, she usually poses as a miko.&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time, there was a cherry tree, with out-of-season pink leaves. The leaves, it is said, were pink because the tree was drinking the blood of the servants of the Kikuchi family buried in its roots. Perhaps this was true.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;However&lt;/del&gt;, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;regardless of the truth&lt;/del&gt;, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;the tree grew in the garden of the Kikuchi family manor, a garden much beloved by Kikuchi Mariko, the youngest daughter of the family. She spent &lt;/del&gt;a great &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;deal of time in the garden&lt;/del&gt;, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;among the flowers and trees. And the cherry tree grew &lt;/del&gt;to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;love her dearly, watching her sleep below its branches.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Her uncle&lt;/ins&gt;, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;meanwhile&lt;/ins&gt;, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;has offered &lt;/ins&gt;a great &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;reward for anyone who can return Chie to him&lt;/ins&gt;, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;ostensibly due &lt;/ins&gt;to &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;duty &lt;/ins&gt;to &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;his “beloved” brother’s remaining &lt;/ins&gt;family, but &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;really &lt;/ins&gt;to &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;dispose &lt;/ins&gt;of &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;her&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;With &lt;/ins&gt;strong &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;suspicions &lt;/ins&gt;that the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;girl had been spirited away by &lt;/ins&gt;the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;ninja loyal &lt;/ins&gt;to her &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;father’s clan&lt;/ins&gt;, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;he sent &lt;/ins&gt;his &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;own daughter&lt;/ins&gt;, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Shizuka&lt;/ins&gt;, to &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;train in &lt;/ins&gt;the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;shinobi arts&lt;/ins&gt;, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;with &lt;/ins&gt;the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;mission of finding &lt;/ins&gt;and &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;eliminating Chie/Tomoe&lt;/ins&gt;, a &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;mission Shizuka embraces &lt;/ins&gt;with &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;an enthusiasm some find disturbing – people would whisper &lt;/ins&gt;that &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;she enjoys hurting &lt;/ins&gt;and &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;killing people&lt;/ins&gt;, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;if they did not fear what would happen &lt;/ins&gt;to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;This idyllic situation was not &lt;/del&gt;to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;last, however-- the Kikuchis were neighbors of the mighty Mochizuki &lt;/del&gt;family, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;and Ichiro, the Mochizuki heir, was in love with Mariko-- a love she did not return. The Mochizukis were wealthy, however, and strong. The Kikuchis had no choice &lt;/del&gt;but to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;accept Ichiro&#039;s proposal &lt;/del&gt;of &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;marriage, and Mariko knew it&lt;/del&gt;. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;She hated Ichiro, and could not bear to marry him, but her loyalty to her family was too &lt;/del&gt;strong&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. She could not run away, for &lt;/del&gt;that &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;would bring shame on her family, and anger &lt;/del&gt;the &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Mochizukis. She might have committed suicide, but she could not bring herself to do so, and, after all, that might have angered them as well... but death would still be preferable to marriage to Ichiro.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Finally, &lt;/del&gt;the &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;night came when Ichiro came for her. Mariko took one last walk alone in the garden, tears running down her face. She looked up at the pink-blossomed cherry tree, embraced it, and said:&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&quot;If you truly love me, kill me. I would rather that my blood turn your blossoms pink than that my body should be given &lt;/del&gt;to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Mochizuki Ichiro.&quot;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The tree heard, and branch and root moved around &lt;/del&gt;her, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;embracing her...&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Mochizuki Ichiro came into the garden to see what was so delaying &lt;/del&gt;his &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;bride-to-be&lt;/del&gt;, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;and saw a horrifying sight: A tree&#039;s branches wrapped around Mariko&lt;/del&gt;, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;draining her life. He was unable to move as her lifeless, drained corpse fell &lt;/del&gt;to the &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;ground&lt;/del&gt;, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;a sweet smile on &lt;/del&gt;the &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;unliving lips... &lt;/del&gt;and &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;the tree changed&lt;/del&gt;, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;becoming &lt;/del&gt;a &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;woman who resembled Mariko far too much.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Ichiro cried out &lt;/del&gt;with &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;rage, and charged, trying to cut down the tree-monster &lt;/del&gt;that &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;had stolen his bride, but the creature laughed &lt;/del&gt;and &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;vanished. Since then&lt;/del&gt;, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Ichiro has pursued the cherry-tree demon, vowing to see it destroyed in revenge.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The monster, now calling herself Ketsuekima Sakura (The Cherry-blossom Blood Demon), has wandered since then, unable to revert for long &lt;/del&gt;to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;its original form after absorbing Mariko&#039;s soul. She wandered for a while, and made a contract with the Black Tigers, agreeing to serve &lt;/del&gt;them &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;in exchange for protection and blood-- if the blood of enemies cannot be had, then she will still have blood. Even that of allies..&lt;/del&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Statistics ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Statistics ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>Zato-2TWO</name></author>
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	<entry>
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		<title>Wormmonda at 22:48, 8 November 2009</title>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Background ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Once upon a time, there was a cherry tree, with out-of-season pink leaves. The leaves, it is said, were pink because the tree was drinking the blood of the servants of the Kikuchi family buried in its roots. Perhaps this was true.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, regardless of the truth, the tree grew in the garden of the Kikuchi family manor, a garden much beloved by Kikuchi Mariko, the youngest daughter of the family. She spent a great deal of time in the garden, among the flowers and trees. And the cherry tree grew to love her dearly, watching her sleep below its branches.&lt;br /&gt;
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This idyllic situation was not to last, however-- the Kikuchis were neighbors of the mighty Mochizuki family, and Ichiro, the Mochizuki heir, was in love with Mariko-- a love she did not return. The Mochizukis were wealthy, however, and strong. The Kikuchis had no choice but to accept Ichiro&amp;#039;s proposal of marriage, and Mariko knew it. She hated Ichiro, and could not bear to marry him, but her loyalty to her family was too strong. She could not run away, for that would bring shame on her family, and anger the Mochizukis. She might have committed suicide, but she could not bring herself to do so, and, after all, that might have angered them as well... but death would still be preferable to marriage to Ichiro.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, the night came when Ichiro came for her. Mariko took one last walk alone in the garden, tears running down her face. She looked up at the pink-blossomed cherry tree, embraced it, and said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;If you truly love me, kill me. I would rather that my blood turn your blossoms pink than that my body should be given to Mochizuki Ichiro.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The tree heard, and branch and root moved around her, embracing her...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mochizuki Ichiro came into the garden to see what was so delaying his bride-to-be, and saw a horrifying sight: A tree&amp;#039;s branches wrapped around Mariko, draining her life. He was unable to move as her lifeless, drained corpse fell to the ground, a sweet smile on the unliving lips... and the tree changed, becoming a woman who resembled Mariko far too much.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ichiro cried out with rage, and charged, trying to cut down the tree-monster that had stolen his bride, but the creature laughed and vanished. Since then, Ichiro has pursued the cherry-tree demon, vowing to see it destroyed in revenge.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The monster, now calling herself Ketsuekima Sakura (The Cherry-blossom Blood Demon), has wandered since then, unable to revert for long to its original form after absorbing Mariko&amp;#039;s soul. She wandered for a while, and made a contract with the Black Tigers, agreeing to serve them in exchange for protection and blood-- if the blood of enemies cannot be had, then she will still have blood. Even that of allies...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Statistics ==&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Body 7&lt;br /&gt;
Mind 5&lt;br /&gt;
Soul 6&lt;br /&gt;
Pts: 180&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ACV 6 (Scorpion Sting/Earth’s Grasp 7)&lt;br /&gt;
DCV 6 (Melee 7)&lt;br /&gt;
Damage Mult: 5 (Melee 6)&lt;br /&gt;
Health pts: 65&lt;br /&gt;
Energy pts: 80&lt;br /&gt;
Shock Value: 13&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Attributes:&lt;br /&gt;
Organisational Ties 4*&lt;br /&gt;
Wealth 1*&lt;br /&gt;
Insubstantial 5 (Deplete -1, Unique Restriction: Only through earth or stone -2) 37&lt;br /&gt;
Special Movement 4 (Untrackable, Wall Crawling (Only on earth or stone surfaces), Fast, Deplete -1) 6&lt;br /&gt;
Sensory Block 1 (Vision) Area 2 Duration 2 (Deplete –1) 5&lt;br /&gt;
Supersense (Tremorsense) Range 1: 3&lt;br /&gt;
Combat Technique 4 (Blind Fighting, Blind Shooting, Judge Opponent, Concealment) 8&lt;br /&gt;
Melee Attack (Scorpion Sting) 1 (3)&lt;br /&gt;
Melee Attack (Earth’s Grasp) 1 (3)&lt;br /&gt;
Melee Defense 1 (3)&lt;br /&gt;
Massive Damage – Melee 1 (7)&lt;br /&gt;
Armor 7 (Deplete –1) 13&lt;br /&gt;
Energy Bonus 5 (10)&lt;br /&gt;
Features: Appearance 2 (2)&lt;br /&gt;
Pts: 98&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Techniques:&lt;br /&gt;
Scorpion Sting: Weapon 5, Flexible 2, Drain (Body) 2, Range 1, Deplete –1, Equipment (Length of rope or chain) -1 (35)&lt;br /&gt;
Damage: 36 + 2 Body&lt;br /&gt;
Earth’s Grasp: Weapon 3, Tangle 2, Deplete –1 (4)&lt;br /&gt;
Damage: 24&lt;br /&gt;
Stone Shrapnel: Weapon 4, Area 2, Range 2, Deplete –1, Non-penetrating (6)&lt;br /&gt;
Damage: 26&lt;br /&gt;
Whirling stones: Force Field 4, Offensive, Static, Deplete –1, Area 2 (13)&lt;br /&gt;
Damage: 26&lt;br /&gt;
Pts: 58&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Skills:&lt;br /&gt;
Architecture (Castles) 1 (2)&lt;br /&gt;
Disguise (Costume) 1 (2)&lt;br /&gt;
Occult (Shinto) 2 (4)&lt;br /&gt;
Social Sciences (Religion) 2 (2)&lt;br /&gt;
Poisons (Natural) 1 (2)&lt;br /&gt;
Stealth (Camouflage) 3 (6)&lt;br /&gt;
Urban Tracking (Residential) 1 (2)&lt;br /&gt;
Wilderness Tracking (Mountains) 1 (2)&lt;br /&gt;
Pts: 22&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Defects:&lt;br /&gt;
Ism (Female) –2&lt;br /&gt;
Wanted –6&lt;br /&gt;
Nemesis -2&lt;br /&gt;
Pts: -10&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Total pts: 350&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Wormmonda</name></author>
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