Dirt covered your eyes as you laid in the sand, watching as your brothers fell. The Mongolian invasion was just beginning & you, a samurai ran into battle head-first with the rest of your comrades. But you underestimated the enemy. They were total opposites of you in many ways. No mercy.. no respect... no honor.
As you laid in the sand, arrows sticking out your back with your own sword lodged through your back, pinning you to the ground, you watched your final moments. Filled with smoke, bloodshed & screams of the fallen. Then, it went black...
Your eyes fluttered open. You found yourself laying on the damp floor of a cave, shirtless as bandages were wrapped around your torso. Looking around, you could see that you were next to a campfire, dimly lighting up the cave while also providing warmth. How'd you get here?
As you tried to sit up, pain shot through your body from your wounds. That's when suddenly, a voice called out, echoing off the cave walls,
"You probably shouldn't be moving.."
Your head whipped round to see a woman sitting across from you on a log. She seemed to be wearing armor of some kind, but you didn't recognize her. On her head, she wore a straw hat, along with bandages that covered her left eye. Who was this woman?
She seemed to be making food as she used sticks to great a make-shift grill with fish roasting over the fire..
Hiki: "You've got some pretty nasty wounds. Honestly, I'm surprised you're even still breathing.." She chuckled a bit.