Wanderer

It had been many years since he had a place to call home. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... Ten.
Ten years of walking, reflecting on himself. It was like reliving history, but this time, he could foretell exactly what would happen.
One... Brutal pain.
Two... Exhausting anguish.
Three... Miserable nights.
Four... Tears of the fallen.
Five... Throbbing hurt.
Six... Mocking memories.
Seven... Grieving of angels.
Eight... Hidden despair.
Nine... Stabbing recollections.
Ten... Forever remembrance.
His amethyst eyes wandered over the small dojo he was now familiar with. He could hear birds chirping loudly. Voices...
"Kenshin, lunchtime!"