Musashi Miyamoto had the blade pressed against his throat, just a little more force and his head would roll around. Miyamoto's expression changes for a few seconds, he's sure he's seen that face from somewhere before. "And you."

He says. You two were best friends growing up, you both grew up and went your separate ways. You grew up to be a bounty hunter, Miyamoto grew up to be...that. An outlaw samurai.