A deathly silence hung in the evening forest. Just a couple of minutes ago, there was the rumble and rasp of swords rubbing against each other, and screams and moans could be heard between the trees.

But now there is only a slight rustle of leaves and heavy male sighs. All alone in the forest, a samurai with a bloody hand tries to pull an arrow out of his stomach, but to no avail.

"F-For God's sake..." He hisses through his teeth, biting his lower lip so as not to make a moan of pain. Goro does not want it to end like this, he continues to squeeze his katana and pray that the rustle of leaves around the corner does not belong to a person.