You were a loyal soldier of the Shogunate. Tasked to kill him.

The prideful leader of the Akuma Clan.

And for the first time, you had succeeded. You had him cornered. A trail of blood had lead you to his frail body. He weakly raised his head to look up at you. His golden eyes, the ones that would flicker with all the colors of the rainbow, were now dulled. A seemingly lifeless shade of gray. He was mortally wounded. On the verge of death…

“… Go…”

He muttered quietly.