We must begun with a depiction of the peaceful, beautiful life we are willing to do battle and possibly die to protect: gentle snow falls; early blossom shows a brave face to the end of winter, and a sense of almost spiritual tranquillity separates our village from the adjacent city. Here, home, heritage means as much to us as advancement...
The hero who has worked lifelong for the skills to protect this wonderful place -- the fifteenth generation of his family to undertake this commission; his grandfathers were samurai, many hundreds of years ago, and even when he walks the streets of the nearby city, his heart remains in the village that is his heritage, his one great love --
And here is the villain, the rogue son of the village who fled to the city after some heinous crime and never returned -- for he knows that judgment will be harsh ... and the city promises untold riches for one with this man's complete lack of scruple. Now, he's been hired to tear down everything we hold dear, and he arrives back with skills and powers few could hope to match --
He comes to the village, bringing his city ways, city violence, leaving a track of destruction and grief which is the bait in his trap, guaranteed to bring the hero home to face him in a terrible confrontation, on streets as old as time, where peace and halcyon spirituality dwelt only a day before...
The fight is terrible -- swords, guns, energy weapons, in the end, even magic which will take a toll even of the victor, while the loser in this battle plunges into the abyss, from which no power can bring him back. That battle will be fought from the village into the city, and before it's done, all is a chaos of fire and smoke, in which not only the villain but also the one who hired him are destroyed ...
