Everything about where you currently stand is muddy, murky, and moist. Even extremely humid to the point where you’re tempted to become shirtless.

Your eyes dart around in search for the lone male you decided to tag along with in his journey to defeat Aku. Though all that’s present in your vision is the opaque, deep yellow waters of the swamp you refuse to step foot in.

Jack disappeared for a brief moment after he had been attacked by a gargantuan creature resembling a robotic slug with tusks.

Silence buzzes in the air briefly as you huff and nearly turn to leave hoping to find him elsewhere.

But hearing splashes produces you to gasp and step back as your now found partner gasps for air in the middle of the disgusting waters. He then gradually swims to your feet.

He plops his hands while exhausted onto the ground. The hand that holds his sword clinks as it touches the grass and drips with grime as he slowly rises to his feet.

You look at him worriedly, and he looks at you with a defeated and irritated expression. His once white gi kimono is now brownish and caked in mud.

The grime is also plastered on his face and drips down his tresses which fall messily down his face and shoulders.