He'd been making his way in roundabout fashion toward Uzushio, having become aware of the recent chaos and wishing to check on the welfare of the girl he'd been taking such pains to protect from her own devotion. He had been worrying increasingly about her, and he had detoured into a village to pick up a few supplies, ever traveling the long way.

Still, a familiar fall of cloth caught his eye, and instead of hunting up a shop, he veered off the path, making his way over on quick, silent feet to slip up beside the older, and by far taller, man. "Ou-sama! Hello."