Disclaimer: Konichiwa! This is going to be the starting set of song fics that will portray each ronin and what they see in their minds. The first is from the song Samurai Heart by I Jin Hen…So, in other words, I don't own any of the songs which will be used in this or the characters from Ronin Warriors.

This place, it use to be filled with such life. But now, there's nothing except a charred and barren land. Once, there was a sweet aroma of roses and other wild flowers in the air, except now, they're replaced by the rancid and stomach-churning smell of death. The grounds are saturated with innocent blood which was needlessly shed.

All that's left from the gruesome battle are six warriors, and a huge white tiger. Bruised, battered, tired, and carrying the scars of an unnecessary war that shouldn't have happened in the first place. Is this what the path of the yoroi is suppose to lead the ones that have been, are now, and will someday be chosen to wear it? Or, is the real reason still hidden? But the real question playing over and over in their minds ever since their fate was decided…Is this the yoroi's way?

Holding the sword overhead collecting lighting.
My heart shines with loneliness.
What should I aim for?
Who should I love my love? Where's the answer?
Anyone is a distant traveler at this town.
Becoming like a lost child, tomorrow also. I'll keep walking...

Is the only life for the destined who dawns the yoroi, is one that only knows loneliness? Do they even dare to dream to have a life that is separate from what they have now? Even though they know in their hearts that each of them were chosen for a reason. But, is it fair for them to leave behind everything and everyone they knew, just because of another's will? Or, could it also be because of a battle between good and evil which started centuries ago?

Every time they dawn the yoroi, they know they have a responsibility to carry upon their shoulders to keep the world safe from any threat that comes along their path. The responsibility is solely theirs. As long as they dawn it, all they have is each other, but in some ways, they are still alone. In time, the only thing they will come to know and understand is their yoroi, each other, and their duty.

Unreachable dream flower petals dance in the storm.
Become wind, becoming rain, before I realize...
The heart is a samurai, emptiness embraces the yoroi.
Take it off, dress only in your bravery.

A ghostly-pale white light, emitting from the moon guides them away from the carnage, and towards a new destination. As the six warriors continued to walk with heavy hearts, and haunting memories, the burden with what they have to live with will be forever buried deep within their souls. Haunting images play in front of their eyes. Cries of voices echoing all around them in the dead of the night. Questions and doubts start to tumble around in their minds. They knew they could only do so much, but deep down, they felt like they could have done more.

Gaps between buildings, when I look up to the moon.
My sweet eyes are rubies. If blazing red…
Transparent future my love. When meet?

Anyone is a distant traveler a secret dream…
Surpassing even a miracle. Continues to stay afloat...
The heart is a samurai, emptiness embraces the yoroi.
Take it off, dress only in your bravery

A star falls from up above, shows the mourning from above. Each tear from heaven stands for every innocent, and warrior that was lost in a needless battle. With every star that falls, a new life is born, and with that life is a new hope for a better world.

Silent tears keep flowing, hoping that they'll wash away the pain they feel that's tearing their hearts apart. But no matter how long they wish for the pain to wash away, the pain they carry will always be a burden for them alone to carry. They know that nothing can ever erase the pain and then the emptiness starts to creep in and tries to take over, forcing them to turn to the only thing that's left…the yoroi.

Love... Strange… Sword of the heart is gentle… Lonely heart.
Someday somewhere overflowing tears fall.
Wiping them away, thinking that I want them to flow.
The heart is a samurai, emptiness embraces the yoroi.
Take it off, dress only in your bravery.

Unreachable dream Flower petals dance in the storm.
Become wind, becoming rain, before I realize...
The heart is a samurai, emptiness embraces the yoroi.
Take it off, dress only in your bravery.