A half-god? Kenshin supposed that it might be possible, but it was certainly improbable.

But five hundred years?

In spite of himself, the rurouni smiled. "Please forgive this one his skepticism, but you have aged remarkably well," he laughed.

He wasn't really one to talk. At twenty-eight, he was still being mistaken for someone in his teens!

"Why yes, it would," he said, looking up. "Do you know him?"