Years of staining his battle grounds in crimson, under the infinite role as the Number One. An never-ending life cycle of viciousness, one could hope to rest from all the sword's edges reaping the violent souls out of his enemies.

Until...

The void takes him. Through time and space, harmony awaits and meets him at last. Although, that doesn't mean chaos is always docile when it comes to the matter of time; that his headband and power attracts god-like beings to confront.

Can Afro Samurai ever have serenity? If so, when does the bloodshed ends?

Only the reflection of his sword could interpret the essence of time will tell.