Himura BattousaiChapter 132 Soujirou s Past A Smile in the Freezing Rain
(Soujirou sits outside the barn, holding the sword and thinking.) After all, in the world, the flesh of the weak is the food of the strong. The strong live, the weak die. Soujirou (thinking): But... it must hurt to be cut with a sword. It hurts a lot just getting hit, so that must really hurt. (He thinks this over.) Soujirou: I'll just have to give it back. I couldn't be a great swordsman like Mr. Shishio. I'm weak, but I'll get by. Father (from the house): SOUJIROU! Soujirou: What...