Tenzen had been watching the area like a general overlooking the battlefield, but like last time all supplies were equally blunt and useless, and little could be accomplished while sitting out this useless shift. He had not even been scowling at the colorful sheets of paper for a whole minute before he was joined by a man who was about as excited with this useless activity as the ninja himself was. The man in question possessed Western features, and appeared to be more elderly than most of the patients.
Not quite as old as the ninja himself, Tenzen was certain.
Before he could even respond to the man's ranting, however, a second individual strolled over and claimed a seat at the table without so much as an invitation. This older man also possessed these Western features, including a tan, yet appeared much more jovial and loud.
"Such nonsense! I fail to see how these blunt scissors could help achieve any work of art," he responded. It was not that Tenzen had any particular objections to 'art' - Koshirou was rather proficient at wood-carving (or had been, before he had lost his sight due to Oboro-sama's infuriating behavior regarding that damned Gennosuke!).
"I am Yakushiji Tenzen. Now, state your own names."
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Not quite as old as the ninja himself, Tenzen was certain.
Before he could even respond to the man's ranting, however, a second individual strolled over and claimed a seat at the table without so much as an invitation. This older man also possessed these Western features, including a tan, yet appeared much more jovial and loud.
"Such nonsense! I fail to see how these blunt scissors could help achieve any work of art," he responded. It was not that Tenzen had any particular objections to 'art' - Koshirou was rather proficient at wood-carving (or had been, before he had lost his sight due to Oboro-sama's infuriating behavior regarding that damned Gennosuke!).
"I am Yakushiji Tenzen. Now, state your own names."