by Having made his final purchases, he'd look back onto the day he had. It was pretty nice, and meeting both a high ranked blacksmith as well as a proper Chinoke was pretty cool! Sure frog-eyes was a bit of an ass, but who wouldn't be when your eyes can look like a frog's eyes? Or would it be a goat's eye? Eh, he didn't know. What he did know though was that he was glad nothing truly bad came of it. Honestly if the Oni woman hadn't stepped in he had no idea what would've happened, but it certainly couldn't of been best for his well-being. But at least he was able to talk shop for a bit, learn a little more of how to make a 'proper' sword...not that he'd stop from trying to revolutionize his own brand of sword...once he got his hands on a forge. And an anvil. And everything else needed for making his dream weapon.
Making his way home, he'd think back to that blonde boy and his clan. Why did they ally themselves with the Jashinists, and how come this boy didn't seem to be like what he though a jashinist would act like? Eh, he'd probably meet him again some other time. For now, he had some ink he wanted to test out.
{Exit}
