He breathes heavily... His lungs burning like fire... His muscles felt heavy like weights... His escape had robbed him of so much energy that he could barely feel his injuries, they just felt numb.

Suddenly the air around him vibrates. His natural instincts react to the sound of a buzzing arrow as he swirls around to avoid a direct hit in the middle of his chest. As he turns, the arrow pierces through his right shoulder making him hiss in pain as he breathes loudly. Taking a deep breath he focuses his energy on the enemy. "Come and show yourself, bastards!" The Ronin said breaking off the arrow. He roars fervour as he abruptly sees several shadows in the corner of his eye running towards him with a raised sword.

The air stands still. He closes his eyes. Pulls out his sword. With the first blow the first one falls, as he swings around he slashes the second one. With both hands he pushes his sword through the belly of his next opponent. His shoulder now throbbing in pain

"I will come out alive here!"

He screamed as he swirls his sword to parry a sword from behind. His elbow crashes into the nose of the attacker, making the attacker stagger. The Ronin uses his imbalance to kick skillfully against the man's chest. By falling to the ground, he tears off his comrade. Before the comrade could get back up a blade pierces his throat. 'Only five of those bastards left.' He thought as the Ronin jumps into the air ready to attack his next opponent, but felt a burning pain passes through his left leg. He crashes to the ground 'Damn it! The arrow shooter hit me!' He thought. Suppresses a cry of pain. 'Breathe... Survive... I can.. not breathe... My lungs.. burn like fire... Breathe damn it!'

Like in slow motion the next attacker storms at him making him look up and reflexively rolls to the side, swirling on his hands he caught the attacker's jaw with his knee. The next one rush towards him with a roar. The Ronin disarms him, pulls him inwards and with his fingers he hits the pressure points on his attackers biceps, turning his arm he hits the triceps pressure points and chain fists the opponent, breaking his ribs, the sternum and his throat. The man's arms are stunned as he gasps for air and then slowly collapses. 'He won't be getting up again anytime soon.' The next two rushed and attacked the Ronin, one from the right and the other from the left. He kicks one of them in the face as he rams his elbows through the others skull shattering it. The arrow shooter rushes toward him with a roar, shooting one arrow after the other aiming for the Ronin's chest, to which he easily avoids by moving like a leaf in the wind. The arrow shooter shoots and shoots. Out of nowhere the last swordsman attacks the Ronin from behind, but shortly ends up being a human shield instead. The shooter brushes against the Gi of the Ronin with his last arrow which shreds his clothes and creates a flesh wound in his abdomen. He tries to ignore the pain as he strikes forward with his Shōtō against the shooter. The blades collide, the sound vibrated painfully in their ears. 'This bastard is pretty good for a shooter. But he must have a weakness.' His eyes analyses the situation in the speed of light, as his synapses were working at full speed. His pulse hits him in the neck.

The solution seemed like a flash of lightning in front of his eyes, smiling evilly the Ronin's dark eyes shinned as he drops his guard letting the shooter attack, he dodged his sword and blocks the arm with his underarms and whirls the shooter around throwing him to the ground. He kneels down and continuously punches the shooter in the face until he spits blood.

The Ronin grabs his neck and presses firmly. "Tell your stupid client that he should not send me a bunch of idiots if he wants to kill me!" In that response the shooter spits blood in his face. Calmly the warrior wipes the saliva mixed with blood from his face and gives the shooter a blow to the temple. Immediately he becomes unconscious. The Ronin gets up slowly and Inhales deeply, breathing facilitated. He closes his eyes and smiles. 'I live, you bastards!'

A sharp pain flows through him, the adrenaline in his blood subsidizing as he becomes fully aware of his pain. The sky seems so heavy like a huge mountain fell on his shoulders. The earth seems to pull him to the ground. 'It could be so pleasant just to lay down.'

The memory of his father flashed through his mind.

He immediately stood up straight. 'I am not going to die now! I must keep my promise...' He thought squinting his eyes in pain stubbornly defining death and keeps on going, running on and on he Inhales and exhales deeply 'I have to go on from here. I must…continue.' Everything turns black before his eyes. The Ronin then loses consciousness and falls to the ground.

In the vas of nothingness his mother's voice echoes to him: "promise me you will survive... find the culprits that did this..." In the darkness his father's voice roars in his mind: "come on! Let's defend our village! (...) "

'A huge heat overwhelmed me.. I can see burning houses... burning people! Screams.. So many screams! Everywhere I look, there is death.' "Father, I can't leave you here!" 'So much blood... Tons of blood.' "Run, my son! Survive, Kakarot!"