Then in a single swipe. One of the hundreds which took place during this battle cut down your body; and even from the great distance, the cut gently contacted your soul. Then in the instance, from the great distance your vision split in half.

Your body hits the ground with a thud, your body dead with no visual damage. The mans sword splitting your soul in two parts, but that man did not survive either, his injuries far too deep from your previous assault, causing him to fall over, dead.

but, from your wispy vision, you could see figure approaching your body, with them muttering words that you simply couldn’t understand nor hear, especially in your current state, but the half of your soul which you still govern somehow, flings itself back into your body, your physical form gaining back it's functions, but your vision blacks out, the last of your vision being a black haired boy.

Though, what seems to be hours, if not days or months later, you body jolts awake. Your body as you left it, but regenerated. The right side of your face blanketed with a black cloth, which hides your eye, or rather the side in which your soul didn't come back.

You feel the withered, thin tanami beneath your body. The feeling of wind blowing through the broken minka house, cracked floor boards beneath your body, and ivy growing through the roof.