Koro limped towards the woods he thought lead to the castle. He was whining loudly as he continued on his way. When a man appeared in front of him. It was not his man, he could see that, but he knew this man as well. He had come to see his man.
“You’re Shingen’s bear.” The man said softly as he walked slowly towards the bear. He kept his tone low and easy. He looked toward the bear and saw the slices on the bears leg. “You’re hurt.”
Kennyo was shocked that the bear stopped and seemed to listen to him. He approached the bear slowly even more and knew he had to help the poor creature. He began to think of the supplies needed and called out to one of his brethren who he knew was near by. He gave the list to him to bring back.
Kennyo sat with the Koro until the supplies were brought back and then proceeded to clean and dress the wound. He sat with the animal for the rest of the afternoon and he had sent a message to Shingen regardless of their bad blood they were once the best of friends. He waited until he heard Shingen approach and he sank into the bushes and watched as the bear came back to life with the voice of Shingen near by.
Kennyo despite his hatred loved all the forests animals as they were among the last innocents in Japan, even his old friends bear.