Avinash was thinking, "At this moment, fighting these people would be completely out of the question. If I try to fight, they''ll toss me around like a rag doll. On top of that, I''m injured and exhausted.


    This is my worst possible condition. If I had just one minute to take them down, I might survive if I use my substitute. That would be perfect."


    Just then, a ninja shouted, "Who''s there? Everyone, attack at once!"


    Cursing under his breath, Avinash muttered, "Praise these people''s mothers. Could this get any worse?"


    Ahead, he saw people holding torches and weapons. Observing closely, Avinash realized they were all samurais. One of them shouted, "Catch him! They''ve killed Master Yoshida Tadashi. Leave no one alive!"


    One of the ninjas yelled, "We must leave quickly!"


    With that, all the ninjas began to flee at great speed. Avinash was wondering what to do next when suddenly, an arrow grazed his cheek.


    From the crowd, a man shouted, "Look over there!" Avinash understood that reasoning with these people was out of the question. He was about to run when suddenly—


    Two iron balls, connected by chains, struck his legs and ensnared them. Instantly, Avinash used his dash, but with his legs bound, he couldn''t land properly. He slipped from the roof and fell below.


    Avinash was trying to steady himself when he felt multiple swords pressing against his neck, ready to decapitate him.


    Avinash said, "Looks like my luck can''t get any worse... or maybe it can."


    The next day


    Avinash was tied in chains, surrounded by several samurais. A voice rang out, "What is your name?"


    Exhausted from the mistreatment overnight, Avinash snapped and said, "Akira Nakimuda."


    The man standing in front said in a serious tone, "Tell us your real name."


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    With confidence, Avinash replied, "That is my real name."


    The man said, "Takeshi Hayato—are you aware of him?"


    The next moment, a powerful kick struck his stomach. The man standing behind, Hayato Takeshi, said angrily, "Don''t dare lie! Your head can be separated from your body at any moment."


    Takeshi Hayato''s voice was filled with rage. The man in front spoke again, "I''ll ask you just once—what is your real name? If you don''t answer, you''ll never speak again."


    Hearing the threat, Avinash replied, "Alright. Zoro, Roronoa Zoro."


    The man sitting in front said, "Alright then, I''ll only ask you two questions. First, what were you doing with Raiden''s sword? And second, why did you break into my house?"


    Avinash glanced at the man sitting before him. In the darkness of the night, he hadn''t gotten a good look at Sato Tomoyo''s face, so at first, Avinash didn''t recognize him.


    After a brief exchange of questions and answers, Avinash finally raised his head and asked, "I have one question. Do I have any chance of surviving?"


    Sato Tomoyo replied, "Absolutely not. You are accused of conspiring with murderers and breaking into someone''s house. And I will do everything in my power to ensure you don''t survive."


    Saying this, he turned to leave.


    Avinash shouted after him, "Wait! I don''t want to die such a disgraceful death. At least grant me the honor of dying through seppuku."


    Sato Tomoyo turned back and asked, "Are you really a samurai?"


    Avinash replied, "Look, we don''t have any personal enmity, right? So at least let me die an honorable death."


    Sato Tomoyo thought for a moment and said, "Fine."


    But then, as if recalling something, he suddenly punched Avinash hard in the face and said, "This is for daring to make me look bad in front of my wife."


    Avinash, wiping the blood from his nose, sarcastically said, "So, you''re already planning to have me killed—was punching me really necessary too?


    And by the way, the kids in your neighborhood are really rude. Who eats candy in the middle of the night? And that too, a five-year-old! I suggest you tell his parents to keep an eye on him."


    Ignoring him, Sato Tomoyo said, "You sure talk a lot of nonsense. And for the record, there are no children in our neighborhood."


    Avinash raised an eyebrow and said, "What kind of joke is that? I''m talking about the kid with the lisp, the one with a mole in the middle of his forehead that looks like a bindi. That little rascal mocked me and ran off."


    Sato Tomoyo, now red with anger, landed a hard kick on Avinash''s stomach and said, "That joke wasn''t funny." Then he stormed out of the room.


    The samurais standing behind began dragging him away. Avinash muttered, "What''s wrong with this crazy man? Why get so angry over such a small thing?"


    Hayato Takeshi said, "If it were me, I''d have slit your throat by now. How dare you mock his dead son?"


    Avinash, shocked, said, "Wait, what? Dead?!" He thought to himself, Then who did I see? A... ghost?!


    Hayato Takeshi replied, "Yes, he drowned a year ago. You should just be thankful you''re still standing alive."


    Avinash said, "Alright, calm down, Mr. Samurai. Why are you so intent on killing me?"


    A samurai asked, "Did you really kill Raiden?"


    Avinash replied, "What do you think? Maybe I borrowed his sword and forgot to return it? The blood on that sword belongs to Raiden."


    "I came here looking for the Kurokami Organization to claim my reward. But, unfortunately, you people caught me. By the way, do you know where they are?"


    The samurais behind him shoved him into a cage, locking it before walking away. Hayato Takeshi said, "A doctor will come soon to treat you, so sit quietly."


    "Kurokami isn''t known to many, except for one man. But the bad news is, he''s no longer alive—Master Yoshida Tadashi.


    "It''s a shame, but warriors like you have to die because of politics." He thought to himself, *Yoshida Tadashi was a highly respected figure. His death cannot be taken lightly, and yet we failed to catch his killers.


    "That means someone has to be made a scapegoat."


    Avinash, yawning, said, "You people are so corrupt."


    Lying down, Avinash began thinking, Seppuku—a punishment that samurai choose to die honorably. They cut open their stomachs with a small blade. But before that, the criminal is given proper medical treatment, as per the rules.


    Seppuku—who knew the game would end like this?