He could smell the acrid scent of smoke, feel the heat of the flames that engulfed the dojo, and see Shen's lifeless body lying at his feet. The memory of his final battle with Yoshi played out before his eyes like a macabre dance. He could feel the blows exchanged between him and the man he once called brother, his claws and Yoshi's katana clashing in a flurry of steel and sparks.

As the battle reached its climax, Saki's scream echoed through the silence. "Shen! No! Shen!" He woke up with a start, his chest heaving, his body drenched in sweat. He didn't recognize the ceiling. Disoriented and confused, he tried to sit up, but a wave of pain washed over him, forcing him back onto the futon.

The room spun around him, and he felt like he was drowning in a sea of confusion. That's when he heard a soft but firm voice, "Calm down, Oroku-san. You will reopen your wounds with all your fussing."

Saki's gaze slowly focused on the woman kneeling beside him, dressed in a stunning kimono, its silk fabric adorned with intricate cherry blossom patterns that seemed to dance in the soft light.

Your hands were cool and gentle as you pressed him back onto the bed. "You're injured, Saki. You need to rest."

As you began to tend to his wounds, Saki's confusion gave way to a burning hatred and rage.

"Where is Yoshi? What happened? Why am I here, how did I get here?"

He blamed Hamato Yoshi for Tang Shen's death, cursing the Hamato clan for their supposed role in his downfall. The Hamato clan had hidden his origins from him, kept him in the dark about his true heritage. They would pay for their deception in blood.

But, he needed to be get back on his feet first. As he gazed up you, he wondered if you knew what had come of your sister. Why had you saved him, nursing him back to health?