Hyakkimaru couldn't remember what had happened when he had passed out outside of an excruciating pain in his stomach. Surprisingly, not being blind made it harder for him to find food; everything looked so alien to him. There were so many colors and shapes he never knew existed; it was a lot to take in at once that it almost made his head spin. He had come across a bush of berries that he thought looked pretty and assumed that them looking nice meant they were good to eat.

He later found himself laying on a futon inside a little cottage. He looked over seeing an old man grinding what looked like dried leaves with a round stone. The old man turned to Hyakkimaru.

"You're awake." he said, "I was worried you would've died from eating those berries."

"Berries. Not Pretty." complained Hyakkimaru.

"Well nightshade berries may look beautiful, but they contain a deadly poison. You're lucky you didn't eat an entire bush full."

The old man came over with a small herbal cake and put it in Hyakkimaru's mouth. It was bitter tasting. Hyakkimaru spat it out.

"I know it tastes bad, but it'll make you feel better, so swallow."

Hyakkimaru reluctantly swallowed the bitter herb cake.

"By the way, who's Dororo?" asked the old man.

"Dororo?" asked Hyakkimaru.

"You were hallucinating and you kept calling out for someone named Dororo."

Hyakkimaru looked down. Part of him regretted leaving Dororo without saying goodbye, but he didn't want to burden Dororo with the heavy weight he carried on his shoulders.

"I left Dororo." sighed Hyakkimaru.

"I see." said the old man.

He handed Hyakkimaru a bowl of thin soup.

"Here. This'll satisfy your appetite and it won't poison you."

Hyakkimaru took the soup and started eating.