Takezo continued to walk onward, listening to the sounds all around him; from the song of the birds to his very own footsteps. Really, it would actually be pretty soothing if this was just some casual walk in the woods he was doing. But nope, he was going to 'save' someone in a forest that was probably full of bloodthirsty youkai or something of that ilk. Hell, if he wanted to be realistic about it, the person he had intended to find was probably dead. Well, at the very least he could do his best to avenge his or her memory. And so the sound of his footsteps began to drown out his thoughts...

...Those weren't his footsteps.

The wanderer stopped in his tracks and drew his short sword, the wakizashi. The much longer katana wouldn't be as effective within the confines of the forest without being in a clearing, and from what he could hear of those footsteps, he wouldn't have time to find a clearing before the mystery assailant arrived.