Devoid of his samurai condition, without a lord to serve and dishonored by those who in days gone by shared his lost status, the ronin would set out towards an uncertain faith. Aimlessly and without discernable home, he roved from town to town through the woods, mountains and rivers. Always accompanied by his two katanas, his kimono and his worn footwear out of straw. In his eyes would be reflected thousands of dawns, twilights and constellations. He would leave behind countless shrines and temples, as well as waterfalls, peaks and lakes. Traveling all over the Land of the Rising Sun would thus constitute his life.

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