The wind swept across the barren landscape, carrying with it the scent of earth and dried foliage. Kazuichi walked with purpose, each step steady, though his thoughts were far from calm. The battle with Ryoma had taken its toll, not just physically but mentally. Still, the promise of returning to Kazuichi Stronghold gave him focus. It had been too long since he'd seen the place he called home, and after everything that had happened, he needed that sense of familiarity.
For hours, he moved swiftly, the terrain growing rougher as he approached the mountain ranges that separated the stronghold from the rest of the wasteland. His muscles ached, and the weight of the recent battles hung heavy in his chest, but he couldn't afford to slow down. He knew more dangers lurked in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Suddenly, as he rounded a bend near a rocky outcrop, a familiar voice called out from behind him.
"Kazuichi!"