
by: 10950Fuma Hanzo was busy whittling a walking stick out of a branch, out by his cabin in the woods. He was so invested in carving each detail, that he didn't notice the shadowy figure stalking him just inside the tree line. Suddenly, the tree stump next to him burst into splinters as a gunshot echoed through the woods. Taking cover behind a large rock, he tried to spy his assailant, but couldn't find him. He began listening to his surroundings, hoping the animals of the forest would clue him...