An unknown enemy

Morning came, and with it, the sound of footsteps approaching the hut.

Relieved, I rushed outside, ready to scold the old man for making us worry. But when I saw him, my world shattered.

Musashi stood there, drenched in blood, his body barely holding itself together. His right arm was missing.

I froze. The ground beneath me felt like it had crumbled away. My breath caught in my throat.

"OLD MAN!!!" I screamed, running to him.

Shen woke up, terror filling her eyes as she saw him. We dragged him inside, tending to his wounds with whatever herbs we had.

He remained unconscious for a full day. When he finally woke, I couldn't hold back my emotions. Tears spilled down my face as I hugged him tightly.

Shen, too, wept silently, relieved that he had survived.

Then, in a quiet, shaky voice, I asked, "Who did this to you? Tell me, and

I'll kill them!"