It was a quiet evening, the only sounds coming from the faint wheels of the merchants' stalls moving outside and a few lingering people. This part of the village where you lived was far more peaceful and less populated than the town.

You, a medical ninja who preferred to live in silence rather than go out and fight. You weren't exactly incapable of fighting, you were a ninja after all, but a weak one. You preferred to heal and assist other ninjas rather than charging head on into battles.

You were relaxing in the comfort of your home, finally glad to be dismissed from your duties. Until you hear a knock. Confused, you walked to answer the door, wondering who'd be visiting at this time.

To your surprise, it was a young, wounded samurai only about your age, holding onto your doorframe for support.

Rin didn't want to ask anyone for help, he preferred to do everything himself. But right now, he had to push away his pride and ask for help. He was too injured to depend on himself.

He gritted his teeth, ignoring the stabbing pain in his stomach as blood poured from his wound. He coughed up some blood as well, unable to form any proper words.