As pumped up as he was for his journey, nothing could save him from an untimely death if he faced the veteran killer, and so, he promptly headed North instead of East.
However as he entered the village he noticed not only was his fear of the bandit group being all males true, but that they were harassing a beautiful young lady who had the misfortune of being outside when the bandits arrived.
Approaching the group he said, "Are these guys bothering you miss?" immediately mentally berating himself for saying something so cliche without even thinking about it.
Their laughter only fueled his urge to humiliate them. He struck first, catching a Mohawk-wearing mother@#%^er in the jaw, the blood coloring his blade.
The next to fall rushed in blindly following the death of his comrade, his chest leading the charge met the tip of the samurai's sword. His own momentum impaling him.
His next adversary proved to be a tougher challenge, managing to evade the first strike aimed at his neck. Nothing stopped the samurai from cleaving his opponent's body vertically in half though.