Morning had come at last an all of the energy that fuel the Corpse King as it traveled the country side had all but been extinguished. Hayate was still cradled within yet to return to consciousness, something that bothered Yamato greatly. The sword spirit knew that any damage that he received would be reflected onto his partner. Taking that into account the titan looked down to where his left arm used to be and winced with pain.

Just a bit farther now…

In the distance a small village nested itself in the hillside. That would be a fine place to get some rest considering the Corpse King had put a number of miles between themselves and Hiruzen. It wouldn’t be a stretch to encounter a number of soldiers sent to follow up on killing the young lord out here but it was a risk they needed to take. If Hayate didn’t receive some form of care soon he would be dead before long.

As the titan reached the outskirts of the small town all its energy was depleted and the Corpse King ceased to be. Its colossal form disappeared into a black smoke as Hayate was dropped to the cold dirt beneath him. They were just outside a small cottage by a farm and the noise they made running to the building must have woken the peasants up. Three people ran outside to see the young lord’s mangled form. They panicked for a moment before picking Hayate up and rushing him inside.

The next thing Hayate knew he was awake in a strange bed paralyzed by the pain he felt. Those who had been treating his wounds informed the man he had been asleep for nearly two whole days. They weren’t sure if he would ever wake up thinking he would die from infection before his body could heal itself. But to their amazement the young lord pulled through despite the horrible beating he had endured.

As he recoved a bit of the movement in his right arm the men around him looked in horror at his left side. Hayate hadn’t realized it yet but when he looked to where they were he began to scream. Where his left arm used to be was a stubby lump of flesh dangling from his shoulder. He began to trash about uncontrollably and the men around him forced him back down onto the mattress. Luckily thanks to the local physician they were able to tranquilize Hayate.

The former lord of Yukon as recovering and his family were presumable safely in the custody of the Brotherhood. All there was left to do was wait until Hayate had the strength to travel and make his way Whitevale to meet up with Lord Osiris. Hayate had faced his greatest fear head on and nothing could ever take that away from the young lord. But one day the time will come for Hiruzen to pay for all his sins.