The sweat from Jirou's brow felt magma against his skin. This wayward town he'd found proved to be nothing short of a death sentence. The men that pursued him bore nothing of familiarity to the young ronin, as he couldn't fathom any reason one would want his head.
Unless.
That made no sense...
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