How long had it been he wondered, gazing down on his homeland. No, it wasn't his homeland any longer. The Cizok people were a strong and noble people, a people that dedicated themselves to something a people with honor. Shin was none of these things, he was not Cizokian. He was a man that had switched his allegiances in the blink of an eye. For money and for power. The once noble-blooded Shiden was no more, he no longer carried the famed Shiden Blade or the title as the Tenken. He was truly a Ronin with no ties to his past, not even in appearance. His once lusterous blue hair was now silver in hue and had been cut to ear length. It would not be easy to recognize the man who was once the son of one of the most famous swordsmen in all the land.
He no longer wore the customary robes of Cizok, instead he wore a tan tunic and brown breeches with simple boots. A bokken was looped through his belt on the left side of his hip rather then the traditional katana. Shin Shiden was not the same man he was nearly nine years ago when he was chased from Cizok, a smile played its way across his face as the memorys came rushing back to him. How foolish and arogant he had been.
With the click of his tongue he sent his steed forward in a slow trot. He could only assume how recent events had effected Cizok, he didn't know what sights awaited him or what to expect.