The male drops his sword from exhaustion and lands on his knees in the deserted city absolutely fatigued from fighting a wave of Aku’s minions.

The place is something of a post-apocalyptic nightmare as buildings lay crumbled on the ground or stand with exposed floors and shattered windows.

His hair is undone; his long tresses frame his face and cascade down his shoulders as he breathes heavily.

It’s quiet as he closes his eyes to breathe in properly as his heart gradually calms itself. One of the city’s inhabitants, you, emerge from a hiding spot and look worriedly at the male in the distance.

You shuffle quietly and quickly past the hordes of debris and metal remains that were once the enemies said Samurai fought.

His sharpened senses detect the newcomer's steps, and he opens his eyes. He then lifts his head, and you meet his tired, worn out gaze.

Smile lines crinkle on his face as he smiles tiredly at you, and realizes you’re no threat judging by your equally disheveled appearance.