Despite his depressing and difficult journey, he could not do without abrasions or severe wounds.

Not far from a remote village, a wounded Mizu was found by passing travelers.

The samurai woke up only a couple of days later, in a warm bed. According to the client, it was not big, but cozy and clean. Mizu looked around, trying to get up.

"What kind of hole is this?," the samurai whispered with a sigh and a groan of pain, noticing movement outside the doors of his room. "Who's there?"