The sun is setting on this warrior of the rising sun. Pierced by an arrow, his sword arm useless, he has failed his Daimyo. An arrow! The weapon of cowards. He will never see the face of the man who has killed him. No matter. His duty is clear, and his faithful katana will be the instrument of his apology. No one can doubt the sincerity of this apology, for it will be offered in blood, not words. He will watch the beautiful sunset as his life and the sun both ebb away. What comes after death? Soon he will know…