With no one to serve..to protect..or to love..
Not even knowning what he is here for..he wanders through the seasons..
In this eternity of loneliness, emotions has become strangers to his soul..
Righteous for some, feared by others and neglected by most, he wanders..
But always keeping his heart as pure.. and sharp like his blade..he knows he will be ready..
Ready for the moment he'll be honoured, by death..
For so its meant to be..the life of a Ronin.