For the next few weeks, everything went back to it was. Gojyo never spoke of Gato's past.
One day, the group of hellions came up to a rather hevily wooded forest. There was no way around it, and it was too thick to drive through.
So they walked. After a few days of walking, they were attacked. Like usual. It was routeen by now.
Untill larger, smarter demons showed up.
It was soon down to each member of the Sanzo party against a monster. Gato wasn't doing as well as the other, having had to discard his guns in favor of punches and kicks. Punch, dodge, kick.
But the demon was crafty and slick, being armed with a knife Gato had failed to notice on him.
Soon, he had the shikingami backed up against a tree. He raised his knife to strike-
-and an arrow peirced his skull. The monster's eyes widened, and the knife dropped from it's hand as it died a noiseless death.
Gato looked up. In the tree in front of him was a familiar, black-and-silver streaked hair and dark clothed figure.
"Hey Big Brother, think you'd see the world without me?"