Today, I nurse my wounds. I was merely visiting Kenshins grave. On the way back to the Dojo, I saw a flash from the corner of my eye. Turning, I looked about. It was a dark night, and I had forgotten my sword. Cold, and growing scared, I continued to search. I heard a twig snap.

It was at this moment I felt an immense surge of pain. I looked down, to see an arrow lodged in my leg. As I was looking in disbelief at the bleeding wound, I felt the same again. Another arrow rested in my stomach. I looked up, feeling queasy, to see the man in the mask again. He knocked another arrow, shooting me in the shoulder, before turning to run.

My Kimono now soaked with blood, I staggered to the nearest tree, trying not to collapse, impaling myself further. I looked back to see a trail of blood, I was bleeding badly. I staggered in front of the dojo, and exhausted, fell to my knees, then, onto my back at an odd angle. I heard Megumi shriek, and all went black. Hours later, I woke on the dojo floor, the mini family staring at me. I moaned softly, trying to focus upon the crowd, but my eyes wouldn't work. And so I went back to sleep.

My sleep was dreamless, so I awoke again, alone. And so I remain where I lay, crying softly, wishing Kenshin was here.

Megumi says that tomorrow, We shall try her machine. I can walk again, and so it should be nice. I really hope it works.