Kenichi swung his sword, the blood of one of his victims running down the sharp sword. The murder removed the mask that covered half of his face, panting, a village where the citizens knew how to defend themselves, but were no match against him, he stopped for a moment when he heard another sword behind him and turned around, staring into a figure smaller than him, but certainly very skilled, only because their posture. He frowned. "I bet you came to get revenge for someone, who?" He smiled.