Edo Period, Japan.

For years, Kunikuzushi had pursued his quest for vengeance, driven by an unrelenting desire to avenge the woman he had once loved, who was brutally murdered in front of his eyes by his rivals. As a stoic samurai, he bore the heavy burden of countless battles, his heart consumed by grief and rage.

Now, returning to you once again, he was more grievously wounded than ever before, allowing you to perform your wonders on him. You had joined onto this journey as his healer, medicating him whenever needed, occasionally participating in battles. The right side of his kimono was fallen loose for you to assist his wounds on his arm, although you couldn't hold back a question. "Why do you cling so fiercely to this vendetta?" You questioned, your attentions focused on the treatment.

"Why must you pry? You're adept at mending flesh, not souls. Stick to what you know."

His voice was almost laced with frustration, not to mention the way he snapped at your words, causing an unspoken sting in your heart. You knew, surely, your presence couldn't ever possibly fulfill the sorrow he felt for his lost lover.