Joshi looks into the valley in front of his house and can see the time all the fields were crowded with armies.
Each soldier wore proudly the SASHIMONO of his clan in his back on a bamboo structure. These battle flags were so colorful, so numerous that they completely repainted the landscape like thousands of human pixels.
Joshi can imagine that while crushing into each other, the 2 enemy troups mixed their clan colors with chaos and blood. Of course nowadays Master Joshi knows that these times are long time gone and the only SASHIMONO he can see from his garden is the one with the daily menu of the sushi bar down in town. And Joshi suddenly feels like going there to have fresh beer and fish.