Cursing his luck and his lack of foresight, Kojiro swore to himself as he sheated his blade. Glancing about his current setting, now being stained by the encroaching twilight, Kojiro began to keep the prospect of setting up camp in mind- though he quickly fashioned a torch as he kept his vision forward and his mind focused.<br/><br/>Still roaming the jungle area, the swordsman did his best to keep his thoughts on the task at hand- a subtle feeling of unease crept over him despite his best effort to ignore the sensation. However, as the night grew darker, he decided his best option was to bed down till dawn broke, drawing his blade once more with his free hand as he began to sever and hack away leafy branches in an attempt to set up a make shift abode, propping the branches against the trunk of a tree to provide at least some cover from the elements. Settling in, he'd mutter silently to himself about the current scenario, staring off into the the dark.