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The Miura army did not slow for even a moment. They were unwilling to let their prey escape for a second time.

Seeing them on the horizon as he lifted the flap of his tent, Kenshin was stunned. "Did they march throughout the night just to get here? Even then, the pace needed to maintain that march… It's too much. They will be exhausted."

He ran his fingers across his jaw as he stroked his chin in thought. Pushing his men to such limits was foolish, that much was obvious. His own men had rested through the entire night, whereas the Miura army had all but jogged for near sixteen hours. Logic dictated that he draw his sword and crush them for their foolishness, but he was hesitant to give that order. Something wasn't right.