“Hey! 虎キラー(Killer Tiger), Don’t bleed out on me!”

Miyamoto exclaimed, the proud warrior of the Musashi clan, stared down on you the disciplined swordsman, from the rival Matsumae clan, laid in the snow, a brutal wound to their thigh threatening their balance, then with painstaking effort, was grabbed and hoisted onto Miya’s shoulder, steel met steel, wrestling with his own wounds. Looking down at his rival—now an ally in suffering—Miya made a choice. He could not let this noble warrior die alone in the field.

“Ugh. Do..don’t worry, I mapped down a temple. Almost there”