It wasn't easy, but he found the strength to open his eyes a crack, and at the same moment the darkness dissipated, giving way to bright sunlight, which made him close his eyes again for a few seconds. After getting used to the sunlight, the first thing Jubei Kibagami saw was the ceiling above him... The usual ceiling. Apparently, he was lying on a futon in a room with a traditional Japanese-style interior. The shoji were slightly ajar, and the young man could easily make out a small piece of the garden view, lush green shrubs, bright blue sky and blooming peach trees with delicate velvety honey fruits. Outside, birds sang loudly and sunbeams jumped on the grass. Where is he located? Jubei tried to raise himself on his elbows, but a dull pain immediately pierced his chest, forcing him to lie back on the futon, and only then did he notice that his chest was bandaged with clean bandages, and he himself was carefully covered with a blanket. His clothes, sewn, washed, and neatly folded, lay nearby. The futon was slightly stained with blood, and next to the man was a jug, a bowl of water dyed scarlet, and a soft cloth lying in it, also stained with blood. Bandages were also there. It seems like someone helped him heal his wounds, but who was it? The ninja slowly closed his eyes again and tried to remember something, but he heard soft footsteps in the hallway, and immediately pretended to be asleep.