Kiryu inhaled deeply, his eyes closed. "This smell..." he said. It was the smell you could only get next to a body of water. A river ran by his feet, the soft bubbling of water not unlike a lullaby to his ears. He scratched the top of his head, yawning. It was the middle of day, yet oddly silent. Quiet enough to get some well deserved rest.
The ronin lay himself along the incline of the riverbank, and his sword across his lap. Another yawn escaped his mouth as he stared at the clouds with eyes half open. "You know what I need", he mused to himself with his last few minutes of consciousness "is a bath."