upon gaining consciousness, you found yourself bandaged and beneath the rays of the early morning’s sun. you numbly sat up whilst holding onto your abdomen. you were in a clearing beside a shadowed cave beneath a canopy of palm tree shrubbery above yourself. as you looked to your left, your optics focused on the white haired man you were to be accompanying; he was crushing up foods. Gabimaru’s scarred n wounded torso was exposed, and the pestle in his hand was battering the foods. “morning.” he spoke.