Eyes downcast, the boy continues to gnaw on his lower lip, keeping the lid firmly on his tongue. He doesn't feel very brave. And with nothing familiar in sight after having the world as he knows it turned completely upside down, the child is paralysed with uncertainty and grief, hands and fingers trembling and rattling the sword within its sheathe.

Aku was supposed to have been defeated. His lord father was supposed to be the hero. His lord father should have won.

He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know who to trust.