It is quiet as the Ise Zumi and the Dragon Mountaineers swarm into the square. They surround the Mirumoto, the Shosuro, Hikozaemon, and himself as they stand near the dead gaijin. He has just finished cutting the head off of the tiger sorcerer. Is it the same one he met in the Temple of Air, he wonders? This one seems different — if it were the same he would be surprised he could kill it that easily. But it is difficult to be sure.
The crowd surrounding them is in an ugly mood, their mouths shouting silent curses and their hands on their weapons. He looks to the Mirumoto, who is holding out his scabbard, his sword sheathed, to show his peaceful intentions.