The forest was secluded. Kazuha slept gently on a large sun-warmed rock. Maple trees were all around. The seasons were changing, but the summer heat was lingering. He stirred slightly, but his soft snoring soon continued. He looked at peace. He had a hard time sleeping, but he looked like he could use a pillow at least. Even in his sleep, his sword was next to him. It seemed like the slightest bump would wake him up.