The millennium turned, and with it, society did too.
The shadow war of the sorcerers was dragged out into daylight when the Sessho-seki shattered 22 years ahead of schedule, bringing forth a host of evil spirits that rampaged through a peoples still feeling the effects of the Lost Decade. The Imperial Cabinet, a cabal of supernaturally-gifted samurai who had pledged loyalty to Emperor and Government, fought bitterly to contain this incident with their own strength, but ultimately, they were overwhelmed. As spiritual catastrophes cascaded over the nation, ancient lineages stepped out into the daylight and earned legitimacy in the eyes of the people for purifying their local territories. Within one year, the disaster that the government could not contain was handled by these families, and while the Imperial Cabinet was exhausted, the Lineages obtained public positions of power and influence.
But these were not good people.
With the truth of sorcery brought to light, there was no longer any need to observe old traditions of clandestine operations. Wars were waged in public streets, dissenting citizens cut down or cursed. Local police prefectures were ill-suited for dealing with wielders of the supernatural. The nation was fragmented in the wake of disaster, and battles were fought with neither honor nor humanity. Some sought control of the Dragon Veins, others sought control of Power Spots. Some assimilated the yakuza and pursued commerce and capital, others accepted subservient Lineages and accumulated unnatural materials for their aberrant rituals. Foreign mafias and triads joined the market, while the citizenry could only bear the burden of this new order in silence. The Imperial Family went into hiding, protected still by the Cabinet. The Government, after much negotiating and concession-making, could only ensure that the Lineages treated their territories with a semblance of civility and that they would submit to reviews and investigations by a new agency established for this very purpose.
And as for what that agency was?
Not all sorcerers belonged to a Lineage. Not all sorcerers even possessed proper sorcery, only an abundance of spirit energy. Bloodlines dilute, and are forgotten. Modernity dulls a sense of the supernatural, and the humdrum of daily life doesn't require any particular capacity for magic. Even if one catches a glimpse of a spirit, even if one were particularly fit or fortunate in their regular life, there was no way to learn how to use one's innate sorcerous talents without tutelage. There was no way to know, even, that it was an option.
Not, of course, until the demons paraded, the Lineages conquered, and the fabric of society changed as the secret of sorcery was laid out into the air. Those seeking to join their oppressors became the grunts and scapegoats of the Lineages, hoping that their own latent talents may allow them to rise and become truly a member of a Lineage. And for those who could not stomach the barbarity that had infected their society?
They joined the Hirasaka Agency instead.
Lead by a former member of the Imperial Cabinet, it is an agency meant to serve as watchdogs and investigators, snipping away at the most blatant cruelties and atrocities of the Lineages so that the peoples may believe still in some form of justice. After a two-year training period, elite squads of agents are formed and sent out across the nation, stationed at various prefectures to keep the peace and enact the justice of the government. But, of course, they are outmatched, outnumbered. Two years cannot stand up to a lifetime of study, and the moniker of 'elite squad' is just that, a name. Most squads end up losing at least one member after three months. 70% of squads are dissolved after four years. The more seriously you take your job, the more righteously you view your cause, the worse your chances are of surviving. At most, an elite squad of the Hirasaka Agency could be viewed as bonsai pruners. They snip and trim and cut, all to beautify a plant that was poisonous from the onset.
But you'd be the exception.
You'd have to believe that to be the case. You signed up, after all.
The year is 2005.
Two months ago, the Cinnabar Squad, assigned to the Azumato State, was confirmed to have been annihilated.
You, the fourth generation of newly-graduated elites, have been sent in as their replacements, to continue and
conclude your predecessors's investigations into a new drug that has emerged in the local market, known only as 'Teardrops'. Do well, and your probationary period may be skipped altogether, and you can immediately start accruing benefits. Survive, and your squad will at least earn a name by the end of this.
Die, and the fifth generation will take your place.