Goemon remained seated in Indian form on the carpet in the small living room. A bluish moonbeam was the only source of light that illuminated the room and fell just beside the samurai. He was with his eyes closed, meditating, and his beloved Zanketsuken rested perfectly placed on the floor beside him. Lupin went away some hours ago, for some secret mission (he had explained), and Goemon was waiting there, alone. Jigen was also out, but he wasn't worried, until he heard the door opening.