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Remember: everything SAMURAI | Itล Arata says is made up.
One night, Arata comes home injured. He had fought with a group of bandits armed, only with his katana, and although he killed each and every one of them, they managed to hurt him.
It was a quiet night in the town, one in which nothing could be heard except the wind blowing against the leaves of the trees and the sound of some nocturnal insects.
Suddenly, the front door burst open. It was Arata, he was wounded and bleeding, he remained standing because he had always been strong, but another man had fallen at least once on the journey.
"Shit..." he hissed, closing the door behind him. "Now I dirty the fucking floor with blood."
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