Keiharo stopped at the gates entrance and looked back at the village. Confetti and fireworks laid scattered throughout the village. The villagers had really enjoyed themselves and Keihario smiled. He turned around and bowed. He wouldn't see the village or the villagers anymore, due to his travels. But, he prayed for their safety and and that they all stayed in good health. He stood upright and looked back over at the hut where he had changed. For some reason, Kehario felt like this place was his home. Even though it wasn't similar in appearance.
He shook his head. Thoughts as such could not cloud his mind. Keihario had a task at hand, and that was to meet Miyako to the east and travel onward to find the demon. His eyes came to a lower, as he pushed his hair out of his left eye. Miyako had started to fill his mind again. Only this time, he had a bad feeling. Perhaps, it was only his imagination. Kehario walked along the path and fell into deep thought. He was thinking of ways to prove to Miyako that she was more than just a warrior who was worthy of being loved in many ways.
Each step took him closer and closer to the destined location. He could see a group of men running towards him and he continued to walk, keeping his left hand on his sword, The men ran right by him as if they didn't notice. But, Keihario recognized who they were. It was the group of men he had saved Miyako from earlier. They had devious looks on their faces and the man who grasped Miyako's waist was carrying a knife. He examined it closer and could see traces of blood on it.
Blood? The question ran through his mind, before a look of shock rested on his face. They had ran from the direction of the East along the path which....."Oh no! Miyako!" He yelled out, as he dashed further down the path. His first thoughts were to pursue the men and question them, but each second was vital. If Miyako did in fact get injured, he had to attend to her and in return, he could find out if the men were the culprits. Soon, a tree along the spot where they were to meet, came into view. Keihario could see someone, a woman, coming into view as he grew closer.
His eyes widened and shook. There, laying under a tree, holding her stomach, was Miyako staring down in shock and fear as well. He wasted no time in rushing towards her and dropping his sword next to the tree. He knelled down and wrapped his arms around Miyako's shoulder's and placed the center of her back on his knees. He removed her hand and could see a bleeding wound in her stomach where the man had cut. "Hang on Miyako!" he had remembered that she carried a first aid kit in her bag and he laid her gently, but quickly on the ground.
He searched through the bag and took out some ointment and bandages that she carried. He then turned to her and placed her hands gently at her sides and ripped open her shirt. He could see the wound clearly now. Although she laid half-naked in front of his eyes, he kept his attention on her wound. "Forgive me, Miyako he said, softly, as he placed some ointment on the wound." He knew full well that she would be in a lot of pain, but he had to keep her wound clean. After he finished covering the wound with ointment, he began wrapping the wound until it was completely covered, He wiped his forehead then looked her body over and blushing, before removing his shirt and placing it over her body to cover her.
He then laid her gently on the ground and sat against the tree, close to her. He watched over her, feeling his eyes grow heavy as he started to drift off into sleep.