Ochimusha 90%
The boy looked up. His eyes were large and dark, like a deer’s. “Bandits,” he whispered. “They came to our village. They killed my father. My mother told me to run. I ran.” His lip trembled. “I ran away.”
Perhaps that was enough.
The words struck Kenshin like a blade between the ribs. I ran. I lived. I am nothing. ochimusha