It is running through fog for a while. It takes a sufficient amount of time for the man to wonder whether the soldier knows where he is going at all.
But then the fog starts to thin, the bolts stop coming, the gaps in the trees reveal a field. Yards away, the soldier is panting, his hands at his knees.
He looked up at the man.
"I — I heard the bolts. It was good that I found you when I did."
dead devotion-he rests against a tree, his chest rising and falling in spurts-
Yes... thanks much. Who knows what would have happened if you weren't there.
That spirit... it's evil manifest, isn't it?
Well... it's not wrong now. Not really... from a point of view.
-looks at you-
Because I know you're real...
...Muramasa.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI

"Hmph."