Blackfeather Woods the assassin's road

A samurai, or perhaps an assassin? Why did he not emerge from the shadows? His voice, elusive, seemed to weave itself behind every bush. Shinjou, perplexed, remained on his guard. He made every effort to conceal his unease, but his ears rang in every direction, desperately trying to pinpoint the location of the so-called man with samurai blood.

Does this man possess only the blood of a samurai? Why does he lack the courage? he growled. I am Shinjou Hirohiko of Kōdaina tochi! And I demand that you reveal yourself if you are not a coward! commanded the man in the black hood, poised to meet an attack, fully convinced he was being threatened.