Kenshin walked through the dense forest, his thoughts drifting around as he relaxed. His sword was in it’s sheath at his side, as he took in the fresh smell of nature.

Then, he stumbled upon a strange sight; a boy, laying right by the river’s side unconscious. Kenshin walked over, checking his temperature and his heartbeat. The boy was slightly colder than usual, but that could be fixed.

Kenshin’s eyes then landed on the boy’s handsome face, admiring it for a second before snapping back.