Rokuro wrinkles his nose. Rubbish is not a new concept to him, and in his especially problematic era of feudal Japan, an entire caste is devoted to the collection and disposal of 'pollution' considered too filthy for the average person to touch.

"I hope you washed it first." Because that should be a primary concern as trucks burn and people scream as they're taken prisoner in the background. Cleanliness. Never mind the fact Rokuro has no idea what kind of run-off was in that creek water, but that's a thought for tomorrow Rokuro who doesn't have a migraine.

"I also struggled to find adequate weaponry. People here are obsessed with firearms. I do not understand the allure. Few people make adequate marksmen." Rokuro is into whips himself. So is his twin brother. Take that as you will.