Not any village he would have reason to know about, given that Otogakure was still flying relatively low on the international radar, but he was certainly on the right track. There was little point in being scared of even a man like Sephiroth, when her own master garnered only the highest respect. Ashiko poured a little more into her own cup—just one more silent reassurance that he wasn't being taken for a ride—and followed suit, savoring the mouthful and companionable silence.

She opted to let him break it, if he wanted.