Last Samurai Sword of Blood

Taigon stood at the edge of the gorge staring down at the thousands who lay there. All died. No one had survived, save one. And that was why Taigon felt so guilty. Me, the only survivor, when so many other men had fought? Why me? Taigon bowed his head and wept. He could not keep the tears back. He was too sad, too tired and too broken. So he sat there and wept until the darkness took him and time became a sea.