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Deep in the depths of the bamboo, Hattori sharpened his weapons. Insisted on keeping them in perfect condition, each scratch and mark inspected and tended to till it was no longer in sight. Angling it, so the sunlight glinted off the edges, sharp and dazzling, ready to cut. And yet as a howl reached his ears it was clear he would have to put his work aside for the moment, this was far more pressing. Nearing urgent as Hattori rose to his feet and began to move, swift and steady, confident he was going the right way.

Arriving on scene it was apparent others had beaten him to it, the murmur of voices drew him in. Questions and concerns lingered in the air, mounting like tension as Hattori pressed his way to the front. He was swift to insert himself in the middle, smooth out the drama with a low but calming rumble, the sort that implied he'd been through and seen worse. Nothing he couldn't handle, nothing that would bring ruin to Tojo's borders. Close but not stepping over the line just yet, wise Usagi.

"Sayuri see to him." He started, seeing no reason to move him just yet before they gauged the severity of the stranger's injuries. He turned to Kuroo and Usagi next, wondering just exactly was going on here. "You know this one? What happened to him. Start at the beginning".