"I-My name is Taokistune Kira...what's yours?" The girl had asked him for his name. He wasn't too sure he could trust her. With all the peasant uprisings, someone was bound to notice him, to know him and by some small measure--hate him for what he was. "I did not believe you'd wake up so soon, you are in pain, are you not? Should you not rest to ease your suffering?" "Kien. That is all I an say for now." He told her in a guarded way. " For your own safety, I'd advise you to to flee. Samurais and farmers to not mix. One kills the other; I may have been the one to slay your brother, your father, or your uncles. You may never know." Takashi struggled to his feet, immediately the blood seeping through the bandages, saturating them. It was the long diagonal cut that was covered by a wrap that had encircled his body. Pressing one arm to his chest, he held the opposite shoulder. His grunting and wheezing was testimony to his sheer will power and the dedication of a warrior. "I am sorry to touch you unnecessarily, I sometimes forget I'm too old to be acting like a child still." She had recoiled. "I am not without a spirit that can holdup to this torture." He wheezed, stranding up right. His hair, n longer bound to form an arch,spilling down his back like a black ink river cascading down a waterfall. " But I fear you may have brought the wrath of the samurai who were hunting me down upon this place. I must find my sword before they get here Otherwise everyone in this village will be slaughtered for helping me."