"Not by much, no." Ryouma hands in the diary. The calligraphy is absolutely awful; it looks like it was scribbled by a six-year-old. "Mostly it's dreams about bears, and me fightin' em. Either my inner spirit is a bear or I've just been hankering for bear meat lately." Well, there was the dream with the bear cub setting it slightly apart.

"The food's been nice, but this tent can get a little cramped. I really miss getting my blood pumpin'. Not fightin' anybody or anything in several days makes me antsy."