Pain is a reality, life a win, death a loss. Lunch is equal to win, death still a loss. To stun the on-watchers, and eat his fill. He Joined a crazed journey, to be close to fame and found within another's home driftwood, ill to burn. Hiding under flashing skirts. His zashin skills are second to none, hands faster that lightning, and his laughs are contagious. Out for fun, danger and thrills, committed to aid of the rice, he stays loyal to the ends. The Master of the arrow, ever quick to act, falls to the shadow of a bullet.
I didn't know Gorobei very well, but I tried my best. 'Shadow of a bullet', is intended to be a veil for 'shrapnel'.