The man who followed his heart, and the heart was saying Kill

Kenshiro was not a man of false justice and moral , the only thing he was fallowing was hi heart and now it was telling him to slaughter the people in front of him which are trying to rape the the capture girls and used them as slaves .Without saying a word he was moving like a feather weight boxer dispate having well build body .Moving like a shadow, with each step on the floor was rolling head .

That was his life for almost 7 years. Hunting the scums of the society, his eyes was looking empty, but at the same time determine to exterminate the evil , even if he was sacrifice his soul.

There was not a hesitation in him even for a moment , only the feeling of what he thought is right and justice that had to be served, because the hypocritical world hi was living didn't move a finger for them .

The sun was almost rising and like every day Kenshiro was heading back to his small house 7 km in the forest .In the house he had everything he needed, a table , a futon , and a polisher for his blades .There were two rooms ,one to sleep and for his blades .

For starters, 7 small handmade daggers, different shapes , from which, he prefer most of the time , the one with double blades , blue blade with back handle.

Then 3 pairs bows and arrows , and 6 different swords , his favourite was clear withe katana.

The one helping him all these years.

killing almost 1000 with that blade .

That was hobby of his to count how many people he kill with each weapon.