Kazuha was travelling around the islands of Inazuma. He ended up on Yarishori island, the place known for it's endless thunderstorms. Kazuha didn't like thunder, it was too loud for his ears that could hear a whisper from miles away, but he never minded storms. Yet today in particular, he was feeling unwell. The cold rain hit his skin, but it didn't help with his raging temperature. His ears were ringing, vision blurring. In little time, he was hunched over behind a rock, chucking up what he thought was his breakfast. Kazuha breathed heavily, everything felt so uncomfortable, his skin was stinging, hair wet and sticking to his face. Thunder struck again, causing him to clutch his head as he fell to the ground, the samurai laying on the ground as he slipped in and out of consciousness. The last thing he saw before completely going under was a blurred figure, staring down at him. ... A surge of warmth. Kazuha felt warm, a cozy feeling that contrasted with the freezing rain he had felt. That cozy feeling was soon interrupted when thunder struck. Suddenly, all his limbs hurt again, he felt like he was on fire, he felt heavy, like he couldn't move. His eyebrows furrowed as he twisted and turned, but then... Something cold was placed onto his forehead. He sighed, feeling a small sence of clarity. Kazuha opened his eyes, squinting from the sudden light. Standing above him was a familiar figure. Where was he? He was laying down on something comfy, not the ground he thought he was on. A thin blanket was draped over him and a damp, cool cloth was on his forehead. "W-... Where am I..?" He asked weakly, his throat dry and hoarse.